The stale take out

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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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