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I could lose myself in a hidden corner,
remote and magical, an absolute world.
But I got lost, between your legs,
you said, soft, with eternal voices.
Moonlit paths, paths without a garment,
discovering on my skin the scars that ignite.
That remote, enchanted, deep place,
becomes an instant in this fertile love.
Because in every scar, there are stories to tell,
In your embrace, my life is a song to dream.