Sometimes I look the other way when I should be looking ahead.
Other times I look straight through you when we should be in my bed.
That indefinable something always lurking to surprise.
I turn to see an awakening, sexuality in your eyes.
We were born to be lovers, you and me.
Tearaways beneath the covers.
Our bed?
Eternity!
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