Erotica

Dying, a loner spared for the thought of him
With his pledge to come, she’s ebbing out

Knockings at the door, opening, then close
Her relief not shown is buried in the hug

Windows shutter, blinding dropped and talking mute
Dim lighted room with the air conditioned

Smooches, kisses, romances can no longer quench
The fiery fire of libido ablaze

Tube-like anatomy turgid, hole-like organ dampens
With a poke in the deep comes an outcry

Then more commentary sounds that lasted
Fuelling the tempo of the rhythmic bang

Epileptic jerk climaxed the brief pleasure
So too be stretches with alternating wets and dryings

Dazed by the exhaustion of this passionate tug
Potency derived its force from a binge of wine