Lovers [A Poem]

Eternal death

Upon your lips.

A luscious weapon

As you swing those hips.

A touch of sin,

A swig of gin.

This could easily change

With the drop of a pin.

Sensual desire,

In a moment so dire.

At a time like this

Lovers should never tire.

A pressing matter

Their clothes are tattered.

With the clash of skin

Their thoughts will surely scatter.

Surrounded by her heat,

Buried with his meat.

With incoherent words

Comes a naughty treat.

Her movements are such a tease,

Just wanting to please.

Never did they care,

For the threat of disease.

The moans of a slut,

The grunting of a mutt,

Everything’s a blur,

As he’s thrusting up her butt.

Trialing kisses up their necks,

Every place left in wrecks.

But none of that matters,

Because this is just sex.

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I wrote this during my Algebra II class, on my arm nonetheless. Makes me feel like a pervert, but oh well. It's kinda commical if you have a twisted sense of humor, kinda gross if you think too hard about it, and kinda romantic if you like one-night stands. *shrug*