Sex On The Beach (My Lips) Poem by Butch Decatoria

Breathing hard,
we swam in the oceans of our skin

bodies hot,
flesh aflush

as you fallbeside me
feigning to be tired.

I close my eyes
and think about the twilight beach

if it will be you or the moon
walking alongside me there

within the decrepitudes
of waning one night

stands your inconsequential
manhood...

As our Friday nightbreathing
Slows to a silence of regret,

you get up to towel down;
While I allow your power to dry on me

Still, you come and wipe away our sex
as you kiss each place

where you had landed
yet you never consider

my lips...