On the bed our bodies lay surrounded by your sweet-scented lies.
Your sugar-coated words that reassure me that I am the only one turn bitter in the instant when the rumble of our sounds, which are created by the extacy of our passionate encounter grows silent.
And your lies stay hidden within the creases of your tossled sheets only to be awakened by the sounds of our next explosive encounter.
Yet, their you remain unmoved and unfazed by the lies that surround you- lies that are stamped in the space where you rest, in the blankets that cover you, and on the pillow where you sleep.
There your lies rest- never to be revealed, but to keep you warm at night.
Your sugar-coated words that reassure me that I am the only one turn bitter in the instant when the rumble of our sounds, which are created by the extacy of our passionate encounter grows silent.
And your lies stay hidden within the creases of your tossled sheets only to be awakened by the sounds of our next explosive encounter.
Yet, their you remain unmoved and unfazed by the lies that surround you- lies that are stamped in the space where you rest, in the blankets that cover you, and on the pillow where you sleep.
There your lies rest- never to be revealed, but to keep you warm at night.
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