sitting on opposite ends
of the same scratchy couch,
we eye each other tentatively
as the night wears on
pointed looks turn to caresses
as the party fills up with guests
we hardly notice the change
and instead have eyes
only for each other.
punch drunk with lust,
reeling from the tension
in the air, over our heads
waiting to settle on top of us
aided by the night air,
we fit each other so well
breathing in and out,
together as one
if only for the night.
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