It is so much more than you and me.
It is primal urges and rose petals.
Biological functions and a secret dance.
Evolutionary history and love songs.
It is haunting voices and sanctuary.
Memories and fresh discoveries.
Comfort and anxiety.
It is new life and old loves.
Passion and gentleness.
Security and vulnerability.
It is angels and demons.
Fulfillment and jealousy.
Insecurities and release.
It is magic and witchcraft.
Desire and despair,
Love and lust.
It is all here, between our sheets.
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