Their worlds fell silent
On both sides of the trenches
Everything quiet now
On the battlefield of desire
Their bodies exhausted
Breathing shallow
Ribcages rising and falling
As the thunderous beat of their hearts
Was now the only thing
Permeating the silence Of the shallow lit room
In which their sweat lust
Ridden bodies lay
Clothes discarded carelessly
Such was the need
For an end to this battle
Between them
No words were said
Just sighs of contented satisfaction
With themselves
Not for the one they desired
And the pheromone scent
Lingered around the room
Intoxication their senses
Until sleep finally descended
Upon them
Leaving them still no closer
In the warm morning air
To a resolve on
The battlefield of desires
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