x marks the spot
Crawling into bed
Your heart beats against his
Interlocked in an embrace
Two bodies connected, forming one
Puzzle pieces fitting together
Moving in harmony
Paddling to shore
X marks the spot
You've hit gold
until you open your eyes
what have you done?
were you right?
were you wrong?
should you have said yes?
should you have said no?
you're confused, you should've waited
but it's too late
this isn't a treasure you can rebury to be found again
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