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Soulmates in the making


Flutters of hearts skipping beats
A gentle touch upon aching skin.
Breathless whispers of delight,
Deep within the darkening night.
Souls yearning for more,
Thus begins the tale repeated evermore.

With Simple beginning,
Slightly blending into our very souls,
Igniting a flame that one cannot ignore.
Written upon dancing stars by mother fate.

Melding what once was one into two.
Destiny has woven her silken web,
Tales of tender burning needs of aching.

A fragile start to history in the making.
When one touch leaves our very soul aching.

A need to blend two into one,
Thus the legend of Soulmates in the making.

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