Laughter is our foreplay-
Your lips – don’t part them
So gently or gracefully and
Weave more mysteries,
Than they already have;
My burning is ineluctable~

Your fingers are so alive,
They write illegible
scriptures on my skin
that I can’t read, but OH!
Please don’t stop
Your nails dig deeper
Than you think.

We are like candles
We burn or absorb light
Till we are left with
Nothingness,
Emptied of everything
Except for
Laughter, that’s our afterplay.