A night we couldn’t possibly forget,
Covered in sticky, midsummer sweat.
Acts committed with not a hint of regret,
“C'est si bon” you said, in that sinfully French accent,
And those 3 words enslaved me.

Passing time isn’t quite so boring,
When you’re beside me all along.
It’s 12 AM, No time for sleeping,
In our little world we’re never wrong.

I dread the sun for it takes us apart,
Moments spent with a hollow heart.
So I rejoice when evening arrives,
In the shadow of the night, our love truly strives.
It’s funny when you think about it,
We only talk after we’re exhausted
But this simple banter causes great bliss
A pillow talk that I never want to miss.