turn up the heat you say
pleased in the heart to play
pleasure is the treasure of a game
and when the code is love we feel the same
a chase through time and fleeting thoughts
nods to one who knows the another's not lost
in sight these smitten plays
costs not in mutual ways
a flex of reason in visible display
for the touch of an apron
and to know what may
come this way
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