As We Once Were

You expose the window wide,

the shades licking the air.

Two bodies converged as one,

weaved in appendages, sweat, and wind,

wrinkled breaths roll from your throat.

I watch as you press your pink meaty lips to his.

Your head plunging constantly to where his hand lays on your shoulder.

The grin spreads gradually across your face as he strokes your cheek with an outstretched index finger.

You take it in your mouth like it were a stick of rock.

Sweet as honey,

as sweet as the smile that embellishes your face.

A solitary strand of hair adheres to your flickering temple.

He moves it with a stroke of his hand, like this little demonstration of affection were nothing to him.

Your eyes augment as you press your body against his,

gnawing your lower lip, as though this delight were going to make you burst.

He turns away, the breeze blowing through his hair; Mr. Cool.

You get his groin

hankering his consideration.

It is yours now.

Gracious good for you.

Appreciate it while you can my affection.

For neither of you will see tomorrow.

You will both become dust, caught in the breeze,

blowing through an open window into a room of foul play.