Velvet Lips, Sandpaper Face

Burnt Candles reminess

Their wax exhausted

Scorched and dripping

Onto carnal memory

Taint the smell of exhaustion

Satin rolling with

The movement of desire

Graon of want,

Met by squeal of denial

Smooth murmur of enticement

Placated by giggle of possibility

Velvet Lips whisper to Sandpaper Face

"Wait"

Baritone protest, accapella outburst

Tangled limbs, push, pull, clench

Testing each other

Baritone rumbles "Yes"

A tantilizing accapella, "Maybe"

Velvet and Sandpaper

Exchange sating tongues

Intruded upon by a door

To the outside being opened.

Unwanted partner saying 'Oops, sorry"

As passion laughs

Laying upon guests vestiments

Velvet Lips whispers to Sandpaper Face

" Harder this time"

As shadows envelop

Passion begins once more.