In Her Bedroom

in her bedroom with the curtains drawn

there was never any war

just love

peace, sleep

moments in time

known only to us

bedsheets, warm

darkness, night

moonlight

sunlight

showering us as we

fucked

like nothing else mattered

and it never did

just two hearts

desire, sighs

eyes

gazing, seducing

open mouthed and

begging for the pleasure

to never

end

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