Ruby let her hands wander through Weiss' silken hair,
Let them trace her love's shoulder as they lay naked and bare.
She pressed her lips to Weiss' temple; her affections were pure.

Snow White stirred in her slumber. Little Red's kiss hath awoke
A sleeping beauty, who smiled, eyelids fluttering slow.
Then a kiss in return, onto lips which did burn

For they had not expected such fire to yearn.
In the twili' of morn, two lovers caressed,
Their undying love for each other professed.