The music plays,

And I am oh-so-frantic,

because the end is drawing near,

And the melding of our two bodies,

must come to an end.

I push rewind,

Attempt to and time,

Just to stay with you.

I push pause, and all time stops,

I stay, smothered against to you,

You're face covered with absolution,

I squeeze you tighter,

And the song starts again.

The tension is rising,

the moment I have both feared,

and anticipated is,

coming, coming.

And finally our lips touch.

Nothing has ever mattered to me. At least, not this much.