In the embrace of love, a cozy nook,
Where hearts entwine, like an open book.
Warmth, like a blanket, soft and kind,
Enveloping souls, a treasure to find.
Colors of passion, in hues so bright,
Painting our world in the sweetest light.
Moods that dance with a gentle grace,
In this loving space, we find our place.
A fire of affection, burning so true,
In the warmth of love, I find my cue.
With every touch, our spirits take flight,
In the soft, relaxing glow of love's pure light.
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