Our bodies glisten with perspiration’s sheen
We here lie with our limbs entangled
Under the gentle flicker of a solitary candle
Lost in this moment most serene.
The dawn brings with it the suns early rays
A stain on the sheets is all that remains
Proof of the passions that there were inflamed
Embers have cooled but the memory stays
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