In the cold night, In a forgotten room

In the cold night,
In a forgotten room,
We were there,
Enjoying our sweetnesses.
As the clock struck midnight,
And every second that past into morning,
I began to lose my self control.
I wanted them, but I couldn't...
Not yet...
We didn't exist,
But I wanted to see them...
I wanted to touch them...
I wanted to worship them...
I wanted to break my will...
But all I could do was bite my lip,
And watch as time slipped by,
And my self control unwind...
Until I couldn't stop myself...
I could hear the voices in my head,
Debating our options...
And all I could conclude was that they...
Were not We...
But...
We could try.
We could try.
We could try.
And using my strength I urged them onward...
Pushing them to the edge,
Watching them struggle,
Wanting so badly to see them relinquished...
And suddenly they stopped me...
And told me to release myself...
Before they did themselves...
Such a selfless act...
Such a small sacrifice...
But only to make certain...
Each other wasn't selfish...
And I tried to do it...
But it was not possible...
Only Arthur could claim Excalibur.
I am no longer his master.
But still I tried.
And I ran far.
To the edge.
I tried to push them over.
They pushed me back.
And I fell upon them...
Shivering...
Because I...
Or rather...
We...
Did not exist...
And I was selfish...
But they understood...
Me...
For who I was...
And every second that past after...
I wished I could do something...
Or rather...
Everything...
And I tried to stop from shaking,
But my hand quivered.
They took my hand.
My head rested on them for a while.
This body here,
These bodies together,
Meant everything.
As dawn began to advance,
My luck began to retreat,
But one question still remained,
And I asked why...
Why is it...
When we kiss...
It is different...
Than the others...
I wanted to know...
More than anything...
What they had felt...
What they had felt before.
They stood up and took my body.
There was a pause,
Then,
A violent torrent attacked me.
And I understood completely...
I understood completely...
Because I too...
Had been attacked before...
And when We understood...
I could feel us touching...
Beyond mere caressing...
Beyond mere memories...
Beyond mere thoughts...
We were touching...
Or rather...
Converging.
But as I glanced out the window,
Into the dark night,
I could feel the sun burning on the edge of the horizon,
Eager to get on with the day.
All I could think about then...
Was how happy I was I didn't have to work on Sunday.