It was never spoken
Our words were shared between haphazard kisses and akward positions while we sexed
Lost hours in kismet that left us spent
It was written on the walls as sweat stained sheets covered the dialogue
What was meant was in the condom wrapper on the floor next to clothes that showed we lost control
It was in the sound of orgasms
The bites on your skin
The scratches on your back
The pulling of my hair as you tried to renact the war between throbbing sensations and emotional acts
The understanding of what we were was said the moment I climaxed
Perpetual visions of stars and galaxies as I arched my back and you filled me
The moment of truth.....that this is all we will ever be
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