There is a pink furry one
For snuggling,
Under the coffee table,
A silver chiming one
Hanging from the door.
Upstairs two tiny ones
Beat in harmony,
Sleeping and at peace.
And you are playing with mine,
Holding it inside you,
Making me wonder if you plan to be gentle
When you hide it away, with your own.
You don't know that I have yours, already
I stole it away, as you slept.
It beat faster and harder, trying to warn you,
But I calmed it with a kiss...
And now it's mine, and I will not give it up.
Keep squeezing what you have,
But I need you to be careful,
And I will be, too,
I'll take my cue from you.