The stale take-out dinner from last night
Is still kept untouched on the table
How can they eat
When they are engaged with each other
Throughout the whole night
Writhing in each other’s arm,
Panting and moaning in unison
With gleam of victory and satisfaction
Cascading down through the bare spine
One hopes for complete surrender
While the other one thinks
Of a sweet release
From the pent-up desire, built inside
Of years and years of yearning
Of the one who could never be his.
They made love throughout the dawn
While someone else occupied their minds.
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