Knees slightly touching.
Shoulders arched.
Lips dry.
Eyes lingering.
Breaths distant,
words carefully chosen.
I know you enough to believe it all to be true.
You know me well enough to hope it all your own.
Thoughts smothered.
One more hour to let it all go.
Several years to spare to rekindle.
I'll lie awake.
You'll look at me.
We'll rekindle.