Our bed the paper
Our hands the words
Our lips the verse

Dribbling poetry
Tenderly caressing prose
The ink flows
This play is closed

We're onto something
We create magic
Between the sheets of love
Fireworks, sunsets, sunrise
Lust, passion
In our eyes

Our bodies entwined
Yours words and mine

We write together
In time together
We compliment eachother
A romance, a tragedy,
You and me

Our bed the paper
Our hands the words
Our lips the verse