A soft whisper nibbles
guilt in my ear.
Shadows dance
with anticipation
through the corridor,
leading to a room
which between sheets
dreams form a mosaic
portrait framed with
the passion in our embrace,
shuddering beneath
our feet as the earth
quakes as our lips connect.
We stripped,
savoring rum shots
off each other.
We fell asleep to a melody
connected to a memory.
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