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There is no drug more dangerous
than the chemistry between two,
that which arises in the instant,
like a spark in the mist,
without warning, without words,
denouncing our hearts,
awakening a fire that burns and consumes.
Bodies yield to the current,
gravity pushes us,
while time stands still,
the heartbeats are a song,
and in its rhythm we find
a refuge in this enchanted silence.
There is no placebo to extinguish the fire,
that ignites with each encounter,
a labyrinth of sensations,
where love tastes of risk,
and passion, in its madness,
drags us, envelops us, wounds us.
There is no drug more dangerous,
nor euphoria that compares
to the spark in your eyes,
the secrets it strips bare,
for in each eternal instant,
we find a new song.