May I Never Wither

All beauty is fleeting!
May I never wither with age,  
But die while still filled with life  
And its sultry desires.  

Gazing down at our union,  
I gasp with delight,  
Grateful that my journey  
Has not yet found its end.  

There will be ample time  
For solitude in the grave.  
Time for worms to savor
My promiscuous remains.  

This body, so easily surrendered  
To the sweetest of pleasures,  
Will, in time, return to dust.  
Yet, for a season, I’ll live on  

In the cherished memories  
Of those I've loved,  
And in the lingering echoes  
Of their fervent lust.