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If only you knew,
how my being shone
on the edge of your dark
nights, where the echo
of your dreams and mine
met in whispers,
breaking the silence
with the fragrant touch
of our skin.
Those were other nights,
a silent whirlwind
of passion and dreams
out of control. They were
your dreams and mine,
secret labyrinths
where skin told
stories of caresses.
If only you knew,
that with every heartbeat
and in every corner
of your being,
I was happy. In an unceasing
torrent of tenderness,
I marked you,
tattooing your soul
with love.