Midnights Voice - The Race

Her head lay upon his bare chest
His hand her back caressed
They just took their physical tests
And both prayed they had passed
He wanted feedback oh so bad
She wanted to tell but was afraid
But in silence was all both had
In the bedroom of his cave
He touched her face pure and soft
She kissed his lips and made a wish
Then his passion again took off
And dined on the gourmet dish
She moaned and wailed like a wraith
He extended out the pace
They ran together in a race
Crossed the finish line together
Her eyes they pleased his face
In his smile she felt relief
Together they hugged
And said together, 'I do.'

Midnights Voice

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