#Pressed

Pressed
to no longer be dressed, 
to be put to the test,
to prove that we are the best,
to be covered in our glorious sweat,
and 
sighs. 

I can feel the love in your eyes. 
You don't feel like other guys, 
as we part, our parts, whispering goobyes. 
Till they meet again quickly, like our eyes. 

Sighs, 
and half formed sentences...
Trailing punctuation...
Bodies sticky with libation 
I can feel the culimation 
of our liberation. 
Such a sensation
to be filled...

with mutual determination.