Love is sweet. In the heat of passion, even the slightest touch makes the heart race. We indulge in the serpent’s temptation, hearts entwined, yet our palms never meet. The truest thoughts remain unspoken.
We’re so immersed in love that we forget—only arms and palms are in contact. Like the red spider lily that blooms without leaves, lovers are devoted yet separated by fate. Each fears the other's gaze might stray elsewhere.
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