Kiss me without stopping, both slow and fast. Let our seashell hands naturally clasp, knowing what's forming between them will outlast. And in that windy moment, feet and eyes waltz, the dawn chorus blasts, hearts beat a colorful new melody, our lives a seaside musical; our roles together, heave-ho cast. A summer fever, a tide-turning trance, but it only took a moment for you to ask me for a sea-side dance.
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