Set on me, and you
Look deeply- teasing
Me for still having my
Clothes on.
The curve of your
Wicked smile,
Already has the spoils
Of my persona-
Like I'm ready for a
War.
Well, I am.
Our fingers entangle
Searching for the
Warmth our tongues
Battle for.
And the legs spread
Aligning and realigning
Repeatedly-
To transcend the barrier
Of our skins.
We hurl at each other
Our evil intentions
Like soldiers on
Opposing teams-
Only to be humbled by
Our panting breaths.
And our rush ceases
Into a realisation that
We're just two refugees,
Seeking home in
Each other--
So we peace out
Into a submission of
Feeble touches and
Happily sleep.
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