Passion breeds deeply in both of us,
Lies expelling in every single momentary ******.
Making the mist thinner and thinner
Leading us closer to the ******* truth.

Bodies on bodies, skin touching skin
Caressing slowly what is left of old certainties.
Seconds become minutes and minutes become hours
Time stretches, akin to a rubber band.

Our pours unleashing sweat upon our slightly bruised figures,
Although the grease of former fabrications has gone;
We reached out and found each other,
But we held together not in our hearts,

But hands.