A Saturday Event

Tue, 06/21/2016 - 16:24 -- kptml



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

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