S(ex)

I enter the room  
and notice you lying in bed,  
clothes scattered on that wooden floor.  
You seize me with those soft hands,  
and greet me with a single kiss  
releasing the desire from my green eyes  


and surrendering to the blue in your eyes.  
I dim the lights in the room,  
overwhelmed with the anticipation of our next kiss.  
My mind races as I walk closer to the bed  
watching the way you whirl your hands  
exciting even the walls and the floor.  


We made love once on that floor,  
back when the fire burned brighter in your eyes,  
when you held my heart in your hands,  
when I didn’t feel like I was alone in the room,  
when I didn’t worry if you were coming back to bed,  
when I always felt the spark of your kiss.  


You persuade me with that next kiss  
as my mind pirouettes and falls to the floor  
yet acquiesces to the call of your bed.  
Oh, those lustrous eyes  
command all doubt to escape the room  
as the sweat consumes my hands.  


I slide into bed with the help of your hands  
while fireworks explode with each kiss,  
quiet to most but quivering all in the room.  
The red covers quickly sink to the floor  
and as each inhale reignites the light in your eyes,  
we lose ourselves and spiral out of bed.  


You rise like a monster from under the bed  
and drop a knife you held in your hands.  
The look of love turns to disgust in your eyes  
as you plant your final kiss.  
There’s a warm pool on the floor  
Love is blind and deaf in the room  


where you reaped that primal kiss.  
While I lie on that wooden floor,  
I watch as you strut out of the room.  

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