Her hands barely leave his sides
And he reaches for the clip
Her body shakes from the insides
As he touches her lip
They lie awake on the sheets
Looking into each other's eyes
Is there anything else more sweet?
Hands tight on the thighs
The clock rings seven times
She gets up and races out the door
As silent as the mimes
This seems a normal chore
Another one night stand
As perfect as the next
But a piece of paper does lie in his hand
A tiny number written in small text.
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