Sheets all full of crimson love of the evening and daylight;
And their legs beneath
Rubbing over each other
one by one
Hands sliding over another
One by one
They losing the hack of time
Knowing the clock wings to none
Just telling them they can never get done!

Walking over each other’s body
From time to time
Not reaching the door
Even when it’s night
And the time to dine
Kissing in between
From time to time
The mood is cozy
And the perfection is the glass of old generation wine!