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Chance Meeting

Eyes locked,

strangers that could be more,

for just a moment,

times shutter slams closed,

coiled in expectation.

Souls locked,

reach through shadowy ether to entwine in that ancient primal dance,

incipient flames await a strong gust,

smoldering, sensuous passions are kindled,

time fails as we fall carelessly into desires crushing wellspring.

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