Love Redefined  

for the competition Tunnel of Love (with a twist)      
     
     
Hearts and cupids gather round us      
as we journey in our boat      
down the water way.      
Every vapid cliche one could think of      
shoved in any empty space      
your eyes could wander to.      
We laugh together at the mis representation.      
There is no pain,      
no triumph after trials,      
and no heat      
in the cutesy cutouts.      
We look into each others eyes,      
both thinking of the scars      
the love battles caused      
and the strength we carry from them.      
     
We know this tunnel will now be an inside joke we will share,      
And we lean in to share a kiss to seal the moment.      
       
As our lips touch,      
the lights go out.      
No matter.      
The spark of lip to lip      
and hand to hand      
always gives us our own      
electricity.      
     
We giggle at this new turn of events,      
and I feel your hand firmly on my thigh.      
I welcome your advance.      
     
With deeper kiss      
and purpose ignited,      
I free you from your denim prison,      
And stroke you to life.      
My short skirt      
makes your work unhindered      
as you ready me.      
The heat builds quickly.      
Our little boat      
drifts along slowly,      
denied of the current      
that carried it      
to it's destination.      
     
We have the time we need,      
And the excitement of not knowing how much.      
     
Your hand in my hair,      
you pull my head back      
and I feel you slide in.      
Gentle at first.      
Thick with need.      
A need I meet      
as I claw at you,      
leaving traces across your skin.      
As the rhythm gains,      
I tell you I want you,      
I love you.      
That no man could know me,      
fill me,      
like you.      
You tell me no other woman      
could ever be home      
to your desires      
or your heart.      
     
Our soundtrack is muffled.      
After all we don't want to put our music      
to someone else's ride.      
     
The light at the end of the tunnel      
is in the distance,      
but can be seen.      
You find the sweet spot,      
and we crescendo together.      
Digging nails and biting skin.      
The lights flicker back on.      
One arrow wielding      
winking cupid      
is left      
to hold our secret.      
     
As I shimmy back into my silk,      
and you zip the last piece of evidence away,      
we kiss again.      
A bookend to the best ride here.      
You take my hand,      
help me from the boat,      
and we walk away,      
a river still damp      
between my legs.      
     
We leave behind this tunnel of love,      
redefined,      
marked with more pain and pleasure      
and love      
than it had ever seen before.