In the dead of the morning
Our bodies side by side
Kissing lips
Touching hands
Our heat combining
You bite and kiss my neck
And I moan in delight
Wrapped in a cloud and carried up
We believe we cannot come down
The sun rises
And reality hits
Like being burned with a hot iron
We think it was a dream
But the marks prove different
Our early morning ecstasy.

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