You slide your skin against my lap,

Moving fast, the visceral clap;

Your ******* in hands, on lips, the same,

Take pleasure with ephemeral pain.

Digging nails into my back,

You scratch without an inch of slack.

Sweat upon fogged up windows,

Between your legs I do impose.

20 there, and 30 passed,

***, and love, and life at last.