Last Sunday
Rainy Sunday morning lying in bed
Stroking your hair, watching you sleep
My heart beating every beat for you
The way it used to
The train rumbles by waking you
Your sleepy eyes look up at me
I wrap my arms around you
The way I used to
Sitting having tea, enjoying the company
Talking about life and the rain
I can’t take my eyes off you
The way I used to
You lean against me, cuddling up tight
I hold you closely against me
Kindly, gently, comforting you
The way I used to
You lead me by the hand to your bedroom
We undress, kissing passionately, desperately
We hold on tightly and make love
The way we used to
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