Hour 4

How It Starts

It starts by dimming the lights,

breathing picks up pace,

his body holds me tight,

while hands caress my face.

 

Breathing picks up pace.

Sweat trickles my brow,

while hands caress my face.

Silence, except the cat’s meow.

 

Sweat trickles my brow.

Our chemistry ignites.

Silence, except the cat’s meow

each and every night.

 

Our chemistry ignites;

it starts by dimming the light.

Each and every night

his body holds me tight.

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