The moonlit highway stands alone,Drowning under the weight of the rain.The light-beams trickle and fade away.And in the darkness, their hands collide.Sensually they slip into a rhythm Of stolen moments and fleeting dreams,their bodies unwind, sigh and shudder.As one - in time the rhythm subsides,And sweat pollutes the Heaven's tears.Like oil to water, pleasure to sorrow.But their bodies tread along the mixture.Trembling, trapped between sin and bliss.All too soon reality beckons And hands are yanked and torn.In the dead of the night come forced goodbyes.As the moonlit highway again, stands alone
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