Don't be frigid, you're starving for sex. Let's do it, you and I.
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Beneath the moon's compelling light,
Two kindred souls begin their flight.
Don't let cold doubts your heart perplex,
For whispered thoughts of need are sexed.
In shadows deep, where passions rise,
Desire’s hunger never lies.
Embrace the fire that sparks our truth,
Let's weave this night with fervent youth.
No longer frigid in your gaze,
Our bodies dance in fervent praise.
So let us quench this timeless thirst,
And hold the world at bay, immersed.