Two sets of hands
Two sets of feet
Pressing together
Beneath a cold sheet.
Who would've thought we'd end up here?
So close and yet so far from each other.
Almost tempted to pinch myself now,
Surely, I'm drunk and this is an early morning dream.
Two sets of hands,
Two sets of feet
Pressing together
Beneath a cold sheet.
Alas! The heated moment extends!
If I cry out, will a voice be heard?
Oops! I roll and hit the lamp!
A splash of colour in the midst of darkness.
Two sets of ears
Two sets of eyes
Savouring each other
For at dawn, we rise.
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