with the slip of the tongue I dive right in feel the chills on your skin
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With a slip of the tongue, I dive right in,
Words like whispers, soft against the din.
Feel the chills on your skin, electric and true,
In this quiet dance, it's just me and you.
A tremor of secrets, a promise, a gaze,
In the ripple of moments, the past's gentle haze.
Each syllable shivers, each breath a song spun,
In the silence between us, two souls become one.