Diagnosed as Love
let our kisses leave us... breathless
our aimless hearts beat... reckless
locked in this heightened state
let our arms be our prison
and our passions never abate
our lips be our choice of poison
let our pumping bloods erode our hearts
in our spent beings a feeling is born
...engraved in our after glow...
apparent in bodies torn
filled with endless possibility
LOVE becomes our only philosophy
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