The Arcade

Bring your scruffy jaw line closer
So our lips can meet
Between gasps of air
Try our hardest to mould our mouths to one
Hoping that it'll stick
We desperately attempt to combine
In order to become ourselves whole
Think for me
I'll speak for you
Or
Speak for me
I'll think for you
Wait,
Slow down a little
When a lusty connection
Becomes more than adrenaline
There must be a balance
Senses go beyond touch
Seeing becomes more about the inside
Hidden behind the appealing bulges
This is where we find the mental gaps
This is where we find habitual annoyances
This is where it gets uneasy
And you can walk away
Or keep playing
An expert level game...