You, me, and us together,
in this tiny world of ours.
Spending nights of slavery,
drowning for seconds and hours.
I roll over the other side,
to feel your presence over me.
Tasting your blurred lines,
crawling over the curvy sea.
We lay down, unmoved,
as if wanting some freedom.
Moving lips on lips,
reaching the zenith in tandem.
Now, when those marks
turn redder than the red.
Believing to be alive,
I find you right next, on the bed.
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