In a… (Sex)

In the anonymity
of a train carriage
of the penultimate odyssey
before closing the door of the night

you don’t ask for it
nor demand
You’re lying

Your insinuating gesture
proposes a scene
squeezing your body
releasing the warmth it expresses.

A proposal
a moment…
And your mouth
her lips
his tongue
making the glans his own
causing disturbing spasms
specific havoc
with his manoeuvre.

With her lips she subdues
with her mouth she convulses
with her tongue she tastes
with her hands she subdues the dawn.

Savouring
sighing and whispering
moaning with passion
obsession and madness
drawing with her generous lips
a smile of satisfaction
for the pleasure provided.

Silent
restless
without respite.
the deluge breaks out…

Drowned by the excess of ambition
Leaving no trace of the dripping downpour.

The palate gives the go-ahead.
… Excellent quality.
… Perfect texture.
… Quantity adjusted to your gluttony.

It has been completely gobbled up.
A space reserved for the most select.
… Satisfied demanding diner.
Immersed in an atmosphere of sin,
impenitent,
abandons celibacy
he leaves as he came.

It’s 7,30…
The alarm rings…

O.