Love is a primal instinct,
It is an urge,
It is a desire,
It is a need.
It is a thrill,
It is a passion,
It is a fever,
It is a fever in the bones.
It is a dance,
It is a dance of flesh and flesh,
It is a duet,
It is a melody of bodies.
It is a language,
It is a language of touch,
It is a language of words unspoken.
It is a language of sensations,
It is a symphony of taste and smell,
It is a symphony of sounds of breath and moans,
It is a symphony of sounds of kisses and murmurs.
It is a symphony of sounds,
It is a symphony of desires unsaid,
It is a symphony of needs unfulfilled,
It's a symphony of hunger and hunger for one another.
It is a song without lyrics,
It is a dance without steps,
It is a play without a script,
It's a story with no end.
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Poetry𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂, 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮. ⋆✩⋆ 𝕳𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖘 𝖕𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖘𝖐𝖞, 𝖆 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌, 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉 �...
