There is no colour, no shade
with your body pressing against mine
on the crisp sheets, even their white
is colourless in this dark night
but bodies unite, spirits, souls
reach out for each other's
with a almost mechanical clarity
joining form and shape
and energy escapes
in moans and groans
and pleasure is reflected
on faces almost undistinguished.
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