The early years are so easily wasted
the spent lovers lie in the naked streets.
Bodies hang loosely over each other,
a bitter taste of nicotine stains their lips.
Still, those two crave even more
much more than the other can give.
There has been light constant rain
calling for their kissing hour to start.
Heavily inside her mouth,
she moves her tongue against the girl
they somehow press softly into the other
this is will be there cherished moment
while fingertips so effortlessly trace.
She swears like never before,
underneath their sheltered blanket
they start to take turns.
Where one has hands made of feathers,
and a body that is barely there, and still
she begs to be scooped up
to be completely taken.
While the other may have clumsy hands
accidentally catching or pulling hair,
her round curves are but perfection
clumsy or inexperienced matters little now.
One cannot predict how this will end.
Time and attention
they will forever swear
lying drunk and naked
isolated in each other’s arms.