Sweat trickles like
liquid down to his lip,
And off the tip
Of his chin, on to her
breasts.
They exchange a
disdainful look,
As if to except that
the end is near.
A second ago, her eyes
were closed,
Slammed tight.
Head back,
As her back slid up and
down the mattress,
And her mouth had
whimpered and whispered
It’s way through
gentle, interior pulsations.
Then and now.
How thin a veil between moments?
C.P.S courtesy of inside Shadows protected by copyright 2013
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