Pizza Delivery

She brushes her silken
moonbeam hair

and drops her dentures
into the waiting glass.

She lines her lips
with scarlet.

Her toothless mouth
now offers

the perfection
of a painted soft cunt,

replete with hungry,
devouring tongue.

She waits then
for the bell

that will release her
from this

mortal cage,
if only for a moment.

When he enters
her abode,

she kneels before him,
her newfound master,

caressing
his straining manhood

through the cruel prison
of his pants.

With trembling
wrinkled fingers

bearing blood-red nails,
she frees him,

throwing her arms
about his waist,

his throbbing lance
hot upon her

freezing cheek.
She slides her face

over the burning,
pulsating veins

of his youth,
feeling his fingers

as they glide through
the silken strands

of her long, soft
silvery hair.

He guides
the hot haven

of her gasping mouth
onto the center

of his being.
She buries

his hardness
in her welcoming

cavern,
sliding and squeezing

her lips
up and down the

length of his youthful,
yearning shaft.

He crushes
her ancient head,

in the vise
of his desperate hands,

setting the galloping pace.
They are now one being,

dancing to a rhythm
more primordial

than the stars that fill
this icy night.

When she squeezes
his young

hot, heavy balls
with her freckled hands,

he succumbs,
shooting the fire

of his youth
down her dry,

grasping throat.
He clutches

her hungry crone's head,
holding her

hard against him
as he pours his fiery seed

upon the garden
of her emptiness.

When the cruel moment
of parting comes,

she licks every
last drying drop

of his liquid soul
from her flaming lips.

She watches
as he strolls back

into the snow,
disappearing

into the whiteness
of the storm.

She pulls her
white silk robe

around her,
bracing herself

for the coming
cold.