Turning together in the dark
Caught by each other as twin suns
Entwined serpents with fangs bared
Momentum and heat colliding together
And skin pale, rippling like a silvered pool
Moonbeams reflected on sweat-beaded flesh
Friction to ignition and exhalation
Tender in the moment with senses peaking
The tussling and tumbling and trembling
Crescendo in their tautened limbs
Ex Tempore LXVII
M.M. — 23-Oct-2013
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