Beneath the Sheets

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Twisted bodies writhe.

In pain, joy, ecstasy, grief?

I dared not know.

Two people dancing 

In the nervous rhythm 

Of their heartbeat,

Each one oblivious of

Dangers that lurks.

Exchanging muffled moans,

In pain, joy, ecstasy, grief?

I dared not know.

Two people singing

Silent songs of

Yearnings they won't

Let strangers know.

Each one chose to be

Ignorant of complex strings

they pulled a lifetime ago.

Bodies. Moans. Promises.

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