The lights were dim, Our friends asleep. We were under the covers, Buried down deep. I can still smell the bleach, In the hotel sheets. And I can still remember the pounding, Of both of our heartbeats. Our feet met for a moment, With a curious spark, So we moved them back together, And that was only the start. Together we slid our hands, Until they touched. My hand was holding yours, But it just wasn't enough.