Masha Danevasha - Countdown

There were FIVE bashful imprints where your hand grabbed my thigh
There were FIVE red streaks where my nails dug into your back
FOUR aching limbs each, raw with rugburns and struggle
FOUR lips, puffy with kisses and curses
THREE hours of sleep we got by on the following day
TWO players who tried to wear each other down
There is ONE thing for sure - a rematch
With ZERO chance of a stalemate

Masha Danevasha

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