Adventurers

 

It was x-rated
The adventure
We held it closely to our chests
Heartbeats racing insanely   
To a hot pink velvet rush
You covered me in crystals
Too sharp for me to touch
The object of our attention
Became an obstacle
Tip toeing around what we’d rather not mention
The waving elephant
In the center of the room
Smiling like she’s not there
As we suffocate on an awkward air
All of what we hold inside
Becomes venomous and bare
Breathe it in
And blankly stare
Pretending it never happened
As the elephant stomps and tears
Can’t we just talk about it
What you did over there?
 
 
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