beauty, love, poetry, sex, women

Secret Identity

Anticipation

Adds an edge

They go about our day

Mundane tasks

Things to do

Events waiting to emerge

Spill full glasses to the ground

But they feed something

Glances

Passing touches

They are anticipating the

Quiet reward for such diligence

Mild mannered until the

Day ends and they take off

Who they were

Become who they are

Glowing limbs

His long, rough fingers

Knotted in her hair

Imagine Batman and Wonder Woman

Fucking between the panels

All the power

Brought to the surface

Tensions celebrated

In playful percussive

Motion

Sinuously dancing

across warm, black sheets

The villains of inertia

Defeated

Nothing was saved

Except themselves

But in the warm knot

They make of one another

All is restored

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