Under the Stars
The blanket gets rolled out, as the lovers lie down
In the middle of night, they embrace under stars
To warm air, soft kisses, to the delight of Mars
The natural cuddles of the night's own playgroun
Wishing upon a star, they talk about present
Their life's will of laughter of moments of pleasure
Convincing the soft breeze to accommodate leisure
Hand in hand, feet by feet, they enjoy this event
Looking up to the North, the brightest of them all
They squeeze each other, as to make this night last
Tightly pressed passion kiss, making the time-lapse passed
As the blanket gets rolled around their curtain call
They long for their old nights, of endless directions
Together, they hover, heaven intersections