Seemingly worlds apart
Our hearts in unison beat
Longing for your kiss
My lips feel incomplete
Every time ours touch
They generate enough heat
To keep 10,000 igloos warm
No other 4 lips can compete
That for this spark for long I've longed
I hope history will repeat
But at present time I'll end this rhyme
And say "I'm thinking of you, from my favorite toilet seat"
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