Poem: This can't be love

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Eyes don't meet
Yet hearts connect 
Stuttering bambling rants
Still smile on the face
Can feel your breath on my neck
My heart still hammering
It's no fate,  no luck
My destiny is struggling
Feel your heartbeat
Know your thoughts 
We're in the backseat
Our limbs in knots
Your lips are my ink
My skin your canvas 
This body will sink
I've never known such madness
No.. Don't say a word
You'll ruin this fantasy
This can't be love
When it's pure ecstasy
Your eyes see the soul
Your touch makes me whole
We will catch up with life later
Emotions are so much greater.

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