wonder if on lonely day

the grit gets some of you

and shakes that strong and clean facade

of what you need to do

lays still in need your beating heart

oh to be held in hands

that wrap themselves around your curves

in breath filled lovers bands

and mind gets swayed a tiny bit

away from laws of seed

into that sky where love gets heard

a genesis of need

and heart that thought it never would

in honest turn of face

of souls united matched and meld

now held in-finite grace