The sofa scene

Have you been

Waiting long

Forgive me
Still in the queue

Do no worry

Nothing is wrong

At long last

I go up the stairs

Where are you

In this temple of ours

It is so dark in here

But there your crescent eyes

Sitting on a sofa

I rush on top of you

Both stunned 

At the gesture 

Yet you carry on

Hug me as if we knew

You were determined

And I was sure

In unison, howling

I want you.