30 Poems in 30 Days #5 – Tension

A gentle push and pull
Gets rougher
With each minute’s toll
The fog grows

Here we live
Breaths that last only seconds
Feel like they last days
We’ve nothing left to give

Panting wordlessly
Only our mingling grunts and moans
Give voice to the lust
To the pleasure we toil in endlessly

The tension grows
The hunger roars
The thirst takes control
We are but memories made in the cold of the night

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