Don't waste your breath, the moment
is gone when I cared--shout!
yes, go ahead, shout, I yawn--
But you won't go--and I--
I don't care to kick you out,
not this deep in the night;
I catch your eye as you yell,
something playful makes you smile--
A kiss--a spark--its rough,
your body under mine, nothing tender
anymore, but the rough makes me gasp
as I plunge down the well-travelled path--
Fire physical, exhausted, parts peacefully
Until tomorrow dawns...too soon