Thoughtless

Mayflies

A woman in my grasp, our flesh together, firm tits caress my tongue. 
Her smile flashes. Then our mouths a wrestling match, saliva our
ambrosia. Lips merge.
Licking nipples that are granite. l tickle her entrance with my legs
chains around hers. l rise up my hands and torso a tripod as we thrust.
My aching arms as she reacts. Push, Jesus. push harder. Then she prays 
as we collapse into our fluids.  A couple knocking at love\'s door. 
Tomorrow our goodbyes.