A Tender Moment
Orifices
Of guilty pleasure
Gape wetly
In the murky twilight
Of sated flesh
"Pluck the string of my desire"
I plead
"Murkle, murkle... Thwoop!"
You retort
Easy for you to say
The tentacles of our love
Disentangle and hang limply
The darkness grows
The silence roars
Writer/s: Mark Englander
