The B Side

[listening to New Birth's Until it's time for you to go]

her eyes bathe knowingly, in beats of melancholy.

forgiving fingers searches the darkness requesting him, to yield,

the tenderness of his tip

senses the silky membrane of,

her,

delicate, crimson lips.

inviting him to venture deeper

through moist folds,

to savor in the luxury of her passionate abyss.

and he stays.