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Lazy repetitions, the record’s played out,

But neither of us gets up to relieve the needle –

Our bodies, like our albums, lie strewn about.

Your arms are but a cradle rocking me ‘till

Long past noon, no sense of urgency in the air.

And those records. How many did we play? Two?

I can’t help but stare, run my fingers through your hair –

There isn’t anything else I’d rather do.

The clock ticks slowly, but too fast for us

When every moment is one to savor.

Let’s revel in silence. What’s to discuss

When our bodies make the perfect flavor?

I’m completely beguiled by your charms,

Content to spend whole weekends in your arms.