Familiar as clock chimes from younger days
The reinforcement of fact, and that
No matter how little my ability to stay, may be
When the time is right
And the world at peaceful lingering, I
Is where we will find and stay
Remaining in a gentle, outlined memory

Seductive wayward hands
Like silk, soft to the touch
Travel down her lustrous skin
Southbound too their destination
Lips, neck combine in passion
Warm breath on the neck
Turns into sultry slow kisses
She grips his hair tightly
Her soft moans reverberate in his ear
As his fingers glisten with her lust