of warm blankets,
under which limbs are tangled,
and skin is touching skin,
as we try to exchange words,
using only our bodies,


and bright screens,
filled with adventure,
and competition,
setting our minds to focus,
even though,
I am thinking of you,


and bright blue screens,
waiting patiently for a time,
yet to come,


and quick moves,
projected strategy,
on a blank wall,
a canvas of competition,
shedding light on our warring minds,


and a smooth talking voice,
flowing like silk,
from a smirking mouth,
that does unspeakable things to me,


and a face,
like a sinners,
beautiful and dark,
hiding things,
I can only guess,


and cool nights,
with softly shining moonlight,
goading me outside,
so I can remember who I am,


and a lithe body,
pressed up against my stocky form,
sporting a somehow curvaceous,
smile,