To Me, I Want You To Come

Let us have a race
A shade before perfection
There is completion

But whose will be first?
Success measured differently
The first will be last

Challenge me ten times
And ten times I will accept
There are no losers

You increase your pace
My rod comforts none this time
It will make you squirm

You call out my name
While I have built defenses
You say it so sweet

I speak to your core
Whispering in tongues unknown
You struggle in vain

Oh how we excel
At wearing each other down
I hear you gasping

Did you not expect
Primitive man to be skilled?
How embarrassing

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