When my shirt hit the floor,
The feeling of hate was no more.
This was just what I was looking for.
A time to forget, a time to remember.
Your lips are on mine, I feel myself tremble.
Just close my eyes and live in the moment,
To act before we lose our momentum.
I don’t love, I don’t hate.
What you are is fate.
Giving me a moment,
To not torment,
But giving me fulfillment.
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