How selfishly I blink my eyes to see
When morning sun does stand upon our bed,
And full of self, so wholly happily,
I turn to watch you sink, you sleepyhead.
Two very selfish lovers, yes, are we,
Who love our sleeping more than all who live,
And by our waking light of certainty
Ensure ourselves sex-holy nights to give.
Ah, sun, go...
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