One of Us

It gets easier with each look,
I could get lost forever
within each glance.
It has been produced with our words,
and have become unaware,
of each surrounding.
It becomes satisfying with each kiss
sweeter than the last,
until sleep calls for us,
curled and knotted between the sheets.

Awake we mock and taunt,
between our grasps and gasps
with questions floating above,
never answered.
Minutes run into hours
as neither possesses the need,
to leave the warmth.

It gets harder with each minute,
I want to stay long past forever.
Yet with a simple kiss,
We say our farewells
until we wake in the mists of home.
And to when our connection reunites,
each nerve lessens,
tensions dwindle
and my words mean no more.

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