Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
As you twist to fit the mold that I am in.
Fingers trace your every outline
I paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
A change in weather, still together when it ends.
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