It’s 12:00 am
Meetings with a friend
Clothes coming off
Talking extra soft
Movement slow and sensual
Touching, gripping, grabbing
Getting sexual
It’s 12:40 am
No longer friends
Lovers
Bodies bumping
Grinding
Dancing in the dark
a, e I and you
Love making music
Bodies still moving
It’s 1:20 am
movements cease to exist
Ended perfectly
With a kiss
chaos sweet chaos
Looks like a tornado hit the room
Sweet sounds of heavy breathing
Aftermath of freaking
Peace slowly restoring
We lay here in the open
Tired but wide open
Completely wide open
What a meeting in my bedroom
