I WISH I WAS IN A MOTEL ROOM WITH JUST YOU.

As  boy
i was not sad or mad
though opportunities i never had
i was good and fair of grace
purity adorned my face
but now i feel old n tight n ill
and i must take my daily pill
to ward of fear that torments my head
for one day soon we'll all be dead.

relaxed honey woman
comes to me with cool flaxen braids
in hair flecked golden by sunshine rays
glimmering green opal necklace
crossing her breasts as they weave the light
and saffron is immortal
this afternoon
in sun drenched motel room
wallpaper smell of drapes and perfume
parking spaces vacant outside
as the jigsaw of lovemaking falls in to place.

Sun drenched mantra ray of sex
as i thrust inside your warmth and wetness
the perfume of your breath as i kiss your tongue
gentle velvet softness of vagina and air
my erect penis means so much to you
as i spurt my seed into your moistness
and we hold each other in warm embrace
for all is transported to exotic uncertainty

she crushed a grape
and bit it's skin
for exotic juice
that lies within
serpents tongue that spits and bleeds
for i am left with only weeds