Sex on the Death Bed

Desires stolen by naked youths, instant access to innocents lost.
I don’t want to grow old,
I don’t want you to grow old.
Desires sucked away by the familiarity of your cock, my mouth, teeth and tongue.
I don’t want to grow
I don’t want you to grow.
Desires declining in the comfort of the other, your arms around my bloated belly
I don’t want to
I don’t want you to
Desires distracted by the boys at the bull-pen, hot and filthy wall flowers
I don’t want
I don’t want you
Desire stains on our death- bed, back to back, sleeping under satin, remembering the others touch, when we were young.

Sex on the Death Bed

TBall

Melbourne, Australia

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