They set around and did nothing
in a dark and small room
on a bed made for two to become one
All night long they were loud and rapid
hard they did it
and deep they went
one onto the other
Though the wind was chilly
and that window open to
the city lights
They were hot with passion
on a set of snow-white
sheets to cover the blue
light of sin
When the stars dispersed
and the fingers of the sun
touched their faces
there were sure the set around and did nothing at all
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