He 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
Growing old catches up with all of us! But we still long for the whisper and the touch!!
Dwight
HA! I think that’s very true! Thank you dear Dwight for reading!
Great job!
Very appreciative of you♡
Awesome! Sexton look out!
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!
I love this. It’s revolting, raw and very unapologetic. (When is real sex ever pretty anyway?) I read this again and again. Now it’s one of my favorites. Thank you x
Yes you’re right, revolting and I did want that, to express how it could as you say, be. Totally true. Thank you so much dear Sunflower!
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?
You MADE my day! You know how I love her!
I hope so! I’m way past 20, so I’m counting on my brain 😃
Oh, another marvelous creation, but it makes me think a lot about my age, not that matter, right? Lol
But you’re young, what does it make you think?
How much i……….. Let’s just say that I am learning to see life that is all.
I love her writing so much.
Me2♡
How much you’ve. …?
You know….. Life
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!!!
❤
Ah. But we have the memories
You are so exceedingly good
Awesome ❤🔥
Thank you!