They were wrapped up within one another
Like tangled bits of twine;
Two threads stitching a single lover;
“I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

They embraced hard and fast,
Desperately trying to get closer.
With bed-sheets stained by nights of past;
Pillow-talk echoing “No, sir.”

For sleeping came with sublime ease;
They fit together like a rhyme.
And they both ink’d moments just like these
As they drifted into time.

 

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