Lying under the blanket,
Was unheard passion,
Waiting to be found,
Moans and yearnings,
Of unexpressed desires.

The heart demanded,
More of ecstasy,
wild and shameless,
The mind knew,
It's going to be cut,
Into a thousand uncountable pieces.

It's not right,
It's not wrong either,
It's here that I am,
It's here that you are,
Where all uncertainties die,
All of it vanish.