Game of Two
Two pairs of clanging feet
On a turf so soft, writhing in the heat
Of passion and a fine silk sheet.
It is a battle of the fittest
Each with same interest
Vieing to reach the peaks of Everest.
There is banging and groaning
Sweat freely pouring
As higher they climb, each screaming
At the near sign of approaching victory.
Finally, there is a tie
Both at the peak, both in time
Slowly descending, soaked in slime
Congratulatory kisses and cute drowsy smiles.