There were FIVE bashful imprints where your hand grabbed my thigh <br />There were FIVE red streaks where my nails dug into your back <br />FOUR aching limbs each, raw with rugburns and struggle <br />FOUR lips, puffy with kisses and curses <br />THREE hours of sleep we got by on the following day <br />TWO players who tried to wear each other down <br />There is ONE thing for sure - a rematch <br />With ZERO chance of a stalemate<br /><br />Masha Danevasha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/countdown-4/
