3Tish-SnookyHe made up his mind quick as

crumpling a wet tissue with his release dripping

damn you can wipe and wipe

the stain remains

garish on her clean dark sheets

he puts his weight on the damp spot

later she will lift her eyes upwards, maybe a wry smile too

if he’s made her see stars

which depends on the drugs they consume

much as he denies it

sober sex doesn’t move him

to eat pussy for an hour

his body reminds him he is getting old

the crook in his neck

oral isn’t kind on ageing cartilage

but she’s more obliging

purrs like a cat in his deaf left ear enough that he can

almost hear

like a shell echoing the sound of the sea

her gasps make him shoot his wad into the sheets

and then they’re wet again and he’s lying on the damp spot

uncomfortable and trying to deflect

when it’s obvious

morning light reveals the day after

his crags and sagging scrotum

her torn panties and jiggly thighs

the white smears on aubergine sheets

like lines on a chalk board run through with finger tips

revolting in regret how soon we cool and shed

the urge for momentary perversion

a turn of passion clips away reality

sealing it briefly in scrapbook

the time when all people become blind fondlers

begging for favors like love struck teens

losing their composure

in the face of lust


24 thoughts on “Lust

  1. Yeah, kind of depressing… bodies no longer young and lithe and firm. Close our eyes and pretend we’re still beautiful while we’re in the throes of passion!

  2. I truly believe it’s not depressing because what good is a tight lithe body without a brain? And what good is a brain without a body? So I guess … it’s just about can we enjoy it when we have it? And I think we have more chance after 20 🙂 right?

  3. Oh, another marvelous creation, but it makes me think a lot about my age, not that matter, right? Lol

  4. How much i……….. Let’s just say that I am learning to see life that is all.

  5. Lust is when you love only what you can see- Love is when you lust for what is inside. To love the mind and to feel the emotion of that person’s brain- and to climax together with total completion. Lust is the thing of the blood! does not need head or heart….. Thank you!!!

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