Tired
The room,
so filled with
silence as the two
fell on the hush,
silently sleeping and
holding each other
forever in their clutch.
Their bodies
lay in dormancy
as minds then recreate
the very passion tiring
them that helped
to satiate.
Within
the dreams they
smile. They know just
where they lay, amidst the arms
of the one, true love, as their
bodies rest from play.
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