The Favor

Passion intwined by doing each other "the favor"

The Favor

Breathe deep

and moan,

I pray the lord my soul to keep

but for this moment the devil has it on loan.

 

Breathe fast

and groan,

the shadow over you I cast

can you feel me in you, flesh and bone.

 

Beads of sweat on my brow

salt from my loins,

your lips slightly parted now

as our bodies enjoin.

 

 

Deep and long

the strides of my hips,

between your legs I belong,

from your knave I sip.

 

The growing crescendo

sounds of screams and whimpers,

the final curtain we fall into

as our bodies quiver and simmer.

 

Closely we lay

the smell of sex and sweet savor,

the "little death" the say

is the greatest favor.