As we ran up counting crashing waves and rustling branches
Venus sprayed that playful night with her dark-toned musk
On lustful breasts you had but written of a sacred bond
Setting aflame promises of an age to come and of bustling chances
Soft cotton kisses, sweet whispers, voices from within and beyond
And all at once the world sank and turned time's runaway hand
The night sky too filled with a zillion unbeleiving glances
We cleared time's debt then with my lost pearl and a fistful of sand
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