Poetica 33

We rarely fight unless our bodies are in a lustful and sensual melee.
And once in a while the pillows you chose do come out to play.
You picked the wallpaper because you grab and look at it the most.
I picked the sound system hoping your screams of pleasure could be lost.
I chose your dress today for I had some naughty plans for later.
You tried to protest saying you’d be using an escalator.
It’s in this moment, with your face on our favourite wallpaper.
My pants and thoughts busy engineering a a hormonal skyscraper.
Your dress around your hips and my beam between your thighs.
The bass on the system drops as I flow in and you hit your highs.

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