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,
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