Fiat Lux
Their hands entwined
Fingers curling
They touched foreheads
A soft smile, a deep grin
The sun rose
Neither cared
Listening to the sounds
Of their heartbeats
A tongue darted out
Licking chapped lips
A nervous smile
A soft gaze
Lips touched
Coarse lips
Meeting a softer
Counterpart
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