Intimate Decay

In this fire's way,
We lost our passion's play,
Outside love's decay,
We fucked for the endless day,

She had come of age with eyes so bright,
She had learned of love and lust – but they should always be kept from sight,
But her first kiss, her first touch, her face so flush, it was so right,
I was the one inside, driving her delight,

She was my first sensual exploration,
She used me as the key to her innocent desecration,
Once she swallowed my erotic desperation,
We shared a visceral illumination,

Our connection was flawless and lawless,
Behind closed eyes we drank desire so priceless,
With pain as our refrain we speared the passion of the loveless,
The road to sensuality was intimately thoughtless,

On the edge, was it love or lust?
Could we tip into the abyss of carnal trust?
Was I kissing a trail of heartfelt dust?
Or were we bound like lovers in speechless rust?

The little dreams headed a viscous game,
Life's tired forces made their claim,
But our bodies would not release their voluptuous flame,
Cock and cunt united against a will so lame,

We gave into desire's relentless urge,
We felt the instinctive fluids pound and surge,
We moaned and groaned and urgent dirge,
We wanted to drown in desperate come, never to emerge,

Our limbs discoursed after the derelict fuck,
Our eyes and thoughts lingered in a hazy dusk,
Reason settled in and ran amok,
Our sacred carnality gave up to the life's lustless husk,