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A moment Sailing across a smooth lake of touch and tenderness, a warmth The northen lights pale in our wake, our passion lights the way for Taking us places we have never been, never knew existed, The heavens would part for angels no sooner then for us, Even the air seems to push us together, Nerves fire, charged with the essence of life, We fall into a well of senses, our touch, our smell, our taste |