Patience

I laid my hand upon your breast and drowned my lips with gentle greed. Your eyes were mine, your core was prest against me, hard, with urgent need. And yet we stayed in this position like frozen statues, all suspended. The Gods had said that the condition for lasting love that never ended would be abstention at this time. Just close encounter of a kind that does allow the lust to climb but would stop short of intertwined hot bodies that just know they must search deep inside the other's soul, that give in freely to their lust, believing that their lives be whole. But, when I heard that I could trade for abstinence the end of time. So that no clock was ever made, would be of use or need a chime. That time would cease now to exist, I said 'with pleasure', as we kissed.