outstretched hands, arching backs,
lips desperate to brush against one another,
aching hips longing to meet one another
frozen in time, trapped hundreds of miles
trapped in boxes of morality…
which we have built for ourselves,
boxes in which society would have us
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