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I took his hands tremblingly,
facing him, I confessed my passion,
desires hidden from the wind,
that cloud my being and torment me.
I whispered words in his ear,
provoking misunderstood echoes.
I told him about that hidden flame,
that burns in my chest and gives me life.
His closeness was pure madness,
my skin confessed its madness.
Desire emerged in a blaze,
and with it my calm vanished.