Afternoon Bite

I remember the soft feel of your belly upon my tongue

Beading sweat and the salty essence of Sin

The way you exhaled in a moan followed by a sigh

Taking you in with my eyes 

Like a drowning man breathes in his last gasp of air

There would never be enough time to drink in all of your erotic fervor

Only lost memories buried six feet under cum stained rumpled sheets

Moments of ecstasy encased in the cob webs of time

Taboo rendezvous I will never forget

Stored in the cemetery of my mind

I mourn for shattered mirrors and broken glass

Keeping a vigil for dreams 

That cannot be.