Afterwards
When appetites
had truly fled and all their needs
were truly met
She turned to face that now famous
high backed leather chair
Where lust has since been
shed and rid and slaked
So many times
Though now redundant
Yet in the here and now
mid such confounding places
She is again the victim of her own
religious guilt…..
For in that very moment when
she arched her back and
urged him crash and then cascade
like some great ocean beast or wave
upon her swollen breasts
and drown or suffocate around him
She paused to hesitate
but only briefly mind
Then shivering he coaxed
a free arm round her waist
and pulled her closer in…..
Twas then she stretched
as both palms cupped her breasts
beneath behind and beside him
Much like he might have once
cupped a fallen plover or a sparrow
A tender and protective love
With no tomorrows
Then hands clenched tight about her head
Sucking air and biting lip
Twas then she died a little bit
Contented…..