Tempo of Lust

Wrap your roused flesh, wrap it around mine.

Move at an erotic tempo, lustfully kept in time.

Infidelity in a synchronous fashion.

Beat out every ounce of pent up passion.

Til crescendo cums, a chorus screamed aloud.

Duet in sinful secrecy, yet scored loud and proud.

Ooze our lust o’er sex ridden sheets.

And hum to the tune that we still discreetly  keep.

Less of a face/More of a disgrace

Can you look at how it feels?

Take a peek beneath…

Godless and graceless

A confirming wink

Down it breaks

Before the breakdown

The disorder of the mind

The tsunami of thought droppings

Snapping in half my toothpick cocktail umbrella

Like the opposite of a made bed

I’ve become less of a face

More of a disgrace

Faceless

via Daily Prompt: Faceless