We did it on my sofa,
Filling our heaving chests
with impassioned vigor We did it in my kitchen,
Where hands on my counter top
Braced me from its relentless intensity When seconds transformed into minutes,
& these hasty hours raced on by,
In more ways than one we discovered,
How time can be a sneaky lie The words exchanged during our intermission,
Became the monkey bars juvenile hearts would swing from,
In a playground exclusively made for the two of us
