Swinging is on, swinging is down,
Rollercoaster of emotions on the round.
Few hours of rush when hormones are high,
Exhilaration in perspiration is touching the sky.
Skin to skin, in a sense of belonging,
Wrapped around in arms, beyond comforting.
Temporarily masking the pain, forgetting that in the end,
In a month you will be gone, this is not for long.
Few hours of moan, few connections of soul,
That is all you need when life is short.
It doesn't have to be meaningless,
Few moments of togetherness, to forget your loneliness.
Good friendship can be born on the spot,
Do not destroy it by expecting a lot.
Connection of souls and the energy,
Few moments all it needs to make the synergy...
Few connections are temporary, like this life