Not that is
Until I hear the Gregorian chant
Now, even with my headphones on
The curved roof does something
To the atmospherics
There is a part of me
Which desires to lay on the marble floor
Spread-eagled, awaiting your visitation
Unfortunately, or not
The door is without a lock
So we could be caught out
Perhaps we should wait until nighttime
When darkness will gift us
Solitude and camouflage
For surely no one would approach
Let alone even enter
Without shining their torch
Yes, I understand your trepidation
Experience often unleashes fears
Although I will try to steady the ship
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