bound

outstretched hands, arching backs,

lips desperate to brush against one another,

aching hips longing to meet one another

yet again.

frozen in time, trapped hundreds of miles

apart.

trapped in boxes of morality…

which we have built for ourselves,

boxes in which society would have us

stay

lest they gasp

as we burst free,

clinging to one another

in an explosion of passion unseen of before.

lost in wave after wave of lust,

not caring at all who sees us.

yet knowing we must care.

knowing that even in this

we are forced to be wary.

still we break free

gasping for air,

finding solace only within

each other’s arms

and hearts.

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