A language unknown grips my tongue like an unruly serpent, and subversion is not an option. This is no textbook-taught language with past participles or subject-verb agreements; these are not words studied like vocabulary and memorized for recitation or recollection. It's an unspoken language, not dead, just an eclectic style of communication. Through passion, the lust of love is transmitted to me and I no longer feel lost in translation. Radiating body heat between wildly palpitating hearts acts as a clause that could stand on its own but is supported in prime ways by a deeper meaning, a context provided by emotions exchanged in love. And the foreign concept of "making love" is revealed, in a language I could never speak. But now it all comes together, and I speak with this new, fiery tongue without hesitation in my heart
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