When we lock the door, all alone,
Painting a masterpiece on the canvas
That is our bodies.
The bleeding hearts stop with the rhythms of one another, me inside you, we gasp for air.
A symphony of sweat and *** and pleasures upon pleasures, just until the sun dawns upon our tired skin.
For all the night we gave to each other, speaking not in words but in ecstasy and bite marks.
When the bed finally empties, we clothe ourselves and bar our hearts from the world.
Because only we understand our pain.
Only when we're together in bed do we heal.