While Stock Lasts

POEM 63: WHILE STOCK LASTS

She lay on my bed

in my room with the door shut,

this is a stale tale

but I'll tell it, will tell it all.

I joined her in bed

Painting spoken words on her flesh...

Moans romancing the air.

Our bodies merged as one,

entwined in limbs, sweat and lips,

laboured breaths roll from our throats.

I relaxed as she press her lips to mine

whispering sweet gibberish

that leaves me grasping for air

A smile spreads slowly across her face

As I stroked her cheek with trembling fingers

Tracing her dimples.

She smile, her lips separating in seductive curves

As she take my index finger in her mouth

Sucking as though it is as sweet as the grin

that emblazons her face.

I sighed

Her eyes widen as she press her body against mine

biting her lower lip,

as if the ecstasy between her thighs

were about to make her burst

Into tiny bits of enthral bliss

She sighed

I felt her desire

Mocking mine

Embracing mine

Fire!

She grabed me

craving.

It is hers now

thrusting.

But for a while

For tonight is all we've got.

Enjoy it while it last...

While you can.

For neither of you nor I,

my love,

will see forever-ever-after.

No trust

Just thrust

But for a while

Because this love is lust

Spread over a bed of thorns

Thorns that tickle

But pierce afterwards

...and until my pickle

In you spurts...

Enjoy it while stock lasts.

For before dusk meets dawn

We'll both become dust,

trapped in the wind,

blowing through an open window

into a room of distrust,

In a house of ego

In a city of hurt

In a world of haunting memories

for every newfound love

with anxiety.

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