A Saturday Event

Skin,

Raw,

Going down between legs

As far as the eye can see

Sweat beads

Couch creaks

And time moves slow

Fornicating in what was taught to be

The ultimate sin,

In the jolts of the build

Drips what should have been

Too much time to think

Hands direct

Eyes deflect

And pain remains unnoticed

Neither regrets nor ecstasy

Accompany his climax

And smiles remain much

Too innocent

Condom gone

Clothes on

The day keeps going

The awkward touch and

Gentle push far overrated,

And suddenly the world is the exact same

As it was before

All continues moving forth