With this bed beneath us
And these sheets between us
We lay here fully clothed.
This air around us, sweetly perfumed
Your perspiration and mine dance in sync
To broken heartbeats.
Even with our eyes closed
And our bodies covered
I see your nakedness
And you, mine.
We are separate bodies
Linked to a single soul
Be bare before me, lover
Shed your covering
And know I will be naked with you
In this bed and under these sheets
We will lay together in silence
With only the music of our thumping hearts.
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Love this.