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Sunken into our bed in the dark,
Ungodly hours summon such heat,
Sweat between valleys has left a mark,
Frictions of skins with our vocals and beat.

In the corner where my night light beams,
Swims across your cheek as you swim in me,
You hold me tighter when we reach at the seams,
Awed by coarse amalgamations on the verge of holy.

Written contract is cold to a degree,
Struck a flint rock for a needed spark,
Flames are easy to keep for you and me,
Burning long and bright, as I make you arc.

Chilling monotony of everyday mundane,
Your winsome worry stutters if I feel its effect,
Your sacred sun to my full moon drives me sane,
When cold nights arrive, I'd reflect your warmth back.