A Saturday Event
Skin,
Raw,
Going down between legs
As far as the eye can see
Sweat beads
Couch creaks
And time moves slow
Fornicating in what was taught to be
The ultimate sin,
In the jolts of the build
Drips what should have been
Too much time to think
Hands direct
Eyes deflect
And pain remains unnoticed
Neither regrets nor ecstasy
Accompany his climax
And smiles remain much
Too innocent
Condom gone
Clothes on
The day keeps going
The awkward touch and
Gentle push far overrated,
And suddenly the world is the exact same
As it was before
All continues moving forth
This poem is about:
Me