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War

In this war
there'll be more than one last kiss
teeth digging in, holding on
to a long awaited alabaster neck

entranced in the trenches
our battle has yet to begin

legs splayed wide,
her flutters flank my side

white flags fly
with no hope for tomorrow

arms laid down
in less than surrender
but more as a midnight truce

she dictates the rules
and I follow
like always (✓)

fingers cross the t's
and I dot her eye
with the brush of my fire
ice cubes melting slowly
dripping down her spine

she opens her borders
and I slip in
a spy with only one life to live
giving it all
and taking no prisoners
for tonight we both shall win