Cupid Watching

If you were there, you would see them glow from looking at each other.
If you were there, you would feel time slow down as he walked towards her.
If you were there, you would feel your own knees melt at the way they kissed.
If you were there, you would want to be held, the way he held her.

The heat from the feverish breath between their lips rivaled flowing lava.
His one hand might as well have been handcuffs, the way he held both her hands over her head.
His other hand held her face drunk with passion, frowning, lips open, begging to be kissed again.
I saw their bodies locked like two speeding comets that new this was supposed to happen.

She pulled his hips in as he pulled her hair back, twisting her head, dark curls entangled in his fist.
Roving bodies, insatiable consumption, eyes locked with gasps that only a goddess could make.
Only good pain today, as his hand increases pressure on her neck, her struggle turns him on even more.
Her heart was bruised in the past, but today he replaces those bruises with bites to her side.

I stood in the corner holding my bow, my arrows slung on my back.
I stood, watching them consume each other knowing it won't be enough,
Because I poisoned the tip of the arrow with the best poison of all.
....Forever.