The duvet washes up over our soft naked skin.
Rounded with rises and mounds,
Which swell and dance with the movement of our bodies.
We reflect and let our minds be silent
And we bath in the sun of each others smile
Radiating from our sun-kissed souls
Stretching my legs and toes over what seems like miles,
Of smooth cotton sheets of white sand
Then curl back up in him, like a crab in a shell.
We could have laid there for eternity, and maybe we did.
But just as a return from a holiday,
It would’ve been wrong to stay any longer.
After all, every man is an island
But we often find ourselves stranded there
Lost in paradise