Bathrobs to the Floor

It was bathrobs to the floor

An abrupt encounter

.......of the starved

Like two great rivers on the confluence of overthrow

Though so obvious.....that each soul was halved

Yet no key had gone clockwise on the door.

They wrestled with each other

.....each other's grooves and dikes

in a tussle

As if beyond their natural attires

Some treasure refrained from the bustle.

......So they wrestled.......and wrestled.......and wrestled.......

this way......that way.....

again......

Like stuck in the sand at bay

Searching for more

Beyond the store

Eyes mirrored by the other

Searching further

Each tempo of breath....rationed by another.

Coiled.....shifted.......and locked.......

Each seemed familar

With the layout of the manual

Atop the evacuated kitchen table

.....as the approach was fervent

But amazingly casual.

I had never seen it.....eeeeish!

.........they hiked and hiked high.....and beyond

committed to each other by pitched nails

Each time the scrapper

Adjusted into steeper rails.

....arms round tight....they yelled....and napped

but with sweaty curls after sweaty windows

each for sure happily tapped.

As soon as I knew the tips

They'll flare into flames

Sponsored by an oblivion of goemetry.... I couldn't solve....

I quietly but quickly hoped down

...........and licked my lips.