Things that Rattle

Things that Rattle

By Tony DeLorger © 2011

You sweet whisper arouses me to your presence,

and your gentle touch ignites a fire within me,

for a moment entranced, our eyes meet and I am yours.

How repulsive your rancid breath as I awaken,

your clawed gnarled hands on me.

For a second I am lost in revulsion,

your putrid smile launching another stomach spasm.

Your eyes so clear and open plead release,

as souls entwine and hearts are uplifted,

bodies burning with desire

and soft wet lips kiss passionately.

Your hairy flab is now straddled over me,

your long white tongue searching

as I thrash back and forth to escape.

Your wrinkled skin is grey and lifeless,

drool seeping from an open yearning mouth,

ready to suck the life from me.

How I treasure these moments of love,

your open heart an immeasurable gift,

our bodies rising to the heights of ecstasy,

within the soft and supple folds of the flower of life.

Thumping down and panting like a dog,

the swell of vomit overwhelms me,

as you hold me down, your squeals of pleasure

delivering yet another blow of rancid meat.

I squirm for release,

but your weight is too much, your will too great.

On a soft cloud of release,

we lie in each other’s arms, our love fused,

our bodies spent.

Each nerve in slumber from exhilaration,

at rest from the storm of passion and sharing life.

Each moment an exquisite joy,

we are as one.

Rolling over you grunt,

and wipe the drool from your mouth,

your roles wobbling as you straighten.

I feel light, your mass off me,

yet I am defiled, bilious and broken.

Thank God that’s over.

Dreams and nightmares,

come and go,

where they land,

nobody knows.