Making Love With Memories

You poked my blurring eye, Let me lift your mushy breast. We aged onwards While you stroked flaccidity – Recalling decades of Blood-gorged coming, shuddering to boot. I kissed a venerable mouth Crammed with falsities – Once brilliant keys Guarded by crimson lips Washed by a sensual tongue. And so we writhed in wrinkles, Tiring effort, and Memories. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010 Memory memory memory memory memory Memory memory memory memory memory Memory memory memory memory memory Memory memory memory memory memory