In The Arena (by James Leland Ludeau III from Lafayette,LA)

i know we are not everlasting
a trainwreck waiting to happen
one day the blood won't flow so gladly
but while it's good
let's live life its fullest
the richest
let's make this love exquisite
decadent
let's gorge on each other
insatiable
inescapable
we're dancing in this world alone
and life is frail
nothing is indestructible
it all burns out at some point
but when your lips meet my neck i forget about all the thinking
apocalyptic love
the final destruction of everything that i've felt insecure about
you're the sun
i orbit around you
i crave your light and warmth
they can have the moon
i'll dance in the sunlight
if being strong is what you want
then i need help with it
if being afraid is a crime
we hang side by side
life is criminal
it steals your joy if you let it
but all of that changed when you walked in
fighting for a love i've always wanted
we're never done with killing time
until it kills us
i want to kill it with you
all naked bodies in the tub with champagne flowing
i've been drinking
i've been drinking
kissing
as time fades
you live under my skin
in my lungs
i exhale
inhale
i can smell you
taste you
feel you
you guide my hands in the dark
it's a unique pleasure
there's magic here
it's ancient
we're in the arena fighting to stay in this game together
a lion and a gladiator
a dance of seduction
choreographed love
knowing that at any moment it could implode
explode
like fireworks against the night sky
a glorious blaze until it fades into blue

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