There they sit
In silence
Tension building
Difficult pretense
Not to tear
One another apart
Clothes off
Becoming one heart
Beating wildly
Instincts attacking
Passion not withholding
Like a hacker hacking
Past the firewalls
Broken down
From the feelings strong
Cannot drown them
With none other than fiery moans
Embracing their souls
In the night not drones
Of life's monotonous
Day in day out
Blazing a heat trail
Love's route
They'll soon
Envelop their desires
Feed this kindling
In their bodies bonfires
At the shores of their
Seemingly hidden intent
Once they let themselves
Go find if it was meant
To be or not to be,
Friends to the world
But lovers behind
Their doors, herald
To the truth of what
Cannot be denied
In the midst of this
Urban jungle defied...
© okpoet
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
There they sit
In silence
Tension building
Difficult pretense
Not to tear
One another apart
Clothes off
Becoming one heart
Beating wildly
Instincts attacking
Passion not withholding
Like a hacker hacking
Past the firewalls
Broken down
From the feelings strong
Cannot drown them
With none other than fiery moans
Embracing their souls
In the night not drones
Of life's monotonous
Day in day out
Blazing a heat trail
Love's route
They'll soon
Envelop their desires
Feed this kindling
In their bodies bonfires
At the shores of their
Seemingly hidden intent
Once they let themselves
Go find if it was meant
To be or not to be,
Friends to the world
But lovers behind
Their doors, herald
To the truth of what
Cannot be denied
In the midst of this
Urban jungle defied...
© okpoet
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