WET

Simmering, melting snow
Cloudy
Filled with ecstasy 
About to burst

Two beds pushed together
I guess we aren't alone
After all

Two for one and we
Become one
Bulging nightmarish creature
Lusting in secrecy 

Children hiding beneath the covers
Finding hidden
Shiny things
Those children became adults
And that once shiny thing
Became weak and unsatisfied 

Dull-luster machine
Can't find the crumbs I left 
The night before
I try and vacuum away the tears

Sex is vicious and wanton 
A vagrant of the mind
Rapture in curves 

My exit is rather unfair

With hot bread slid into the oven 
And out- 
Cold and stale

Whispers of eaten 
Devoured
"Alone"
Passionlessly covered in wet
Leaving me soon to drown