Demons of the Hourglass

The sands of time was in our hands.
We played this sexual game every time we got the chance.
Here, there, and everywhere, I never tired of wearing your pussy out.
Your corky thoughts and off the wall moods seem to complete me well.
And as the sands of time passed through our fingers the cockier we got.
You would go home to him with the scent of me on you.
And I would go home to her with your scent surrounding me.
They knew the end was coming soon and their anger fueled our burning fire for each other.
Then came that day and it was you and I and not long after the sands of time ran dry.
              Daemones Clepsydra