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Provoke me once more, soft and quiet,
like the whisper of the wind among the branches,
do it without haste, without imprisoned gaze,
with the secret of the nights that call us.
When the sun hides behind the horizon,
and the sky tinges purple and gold,
our bodies meet on a mountain,
where the moon is a witness, a faithful chorus.
Each touch, a heartbeat that dances,
in the complicit silence of the subtle breeze,
while the darkness in its mantle advances,
we dance hidden, fading the rush.
No one will know of this burning fire,
of the heat that emanates from trembling skins,
in each kiss a beloved universe,
in each embrace, the most beautiful stars.
Provoke me once again, deep desire,
that the world stops in this instant,
where it's just you and me in a second,
lost in dreams, like distant lovers.