Our Intimacy
Imagine you and I, lying at rest,
Facing each other, in pajamas… or less,
My right hand on your hip, the other on your face
Your hands around my back, in passionate embrace

I whisper “I love you,” identically you reply,
Lips lock with lust, lying at rest, you and I
Chest to chest, face to face, writhing in emotion
Your skin on mine is so pleasing, you must’ve used lotion

As we move in our intimacy, your sweat rubs on mine
Your body versus heaven? Yes, you're more divine
Just feel our heat, feel our intensity increase,
Then Prince's song reaches its climactic peak

In the purple concert’s aftermath, we’re lying at rest
Our breathing is slowing, our heart rates now less
My hand is on your chest, and yours is on mine
We doze off to Grey’s Anatomy, sleeping there, you and I