Cheers At The Finish Line

those overflowing nights were undeniably the best

cork flew and crystal clinked

smooth silk and fluent moves

needle finding its way in all the right grooves

clothes in an untidy pile

hurried breaths each on file

washed up on a paradise isle

no time or worries for style

night rejoiced

bodies coalesced as they read the braille of translated emotions

hearts collapsing like twin towers

spent seconds morphing into saved hours

a hurried marathon of magical powers

what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine

wet with the spillover of sparkling wine

much more than mere flesh in rhyme

crossing the tape amidst an explosion of

cheers at the finish line