Saturday, July 17, 2010

Sweets

Slick smoothes of
satin sheets,
all surrounding with
surrendering pleasure.

One, two, withering
around,
twirling each other’s
sweets.

A marching rhythm
forms,
and with each puff,
huff,
and scream,

they slide against
each other.

Mixing sweat and love.

Those pleasures few and
far between,
each enjoying
sweets.

Written: 1993