A bang and a wimpy

she
nuzzled my ear.

i
half asleep, yawned,
rolled on my side,
my eyes opened wide
and smiled.

she put her finger
to my lips and whispered,

“fancy a bang and a wimpy?”

an
entwined
quivering
smouldering
mound
of
pink
bottoms
and
tits,
cock
and
bits
ensued

sliding
in sheets
lips sweet
with kisses

hips
bumpedandground

until several
near misses later
we came
in a crescendo
of religious exhortations.

sweet, fucking, Jesus!

spent.

slumped
as one
to smooze
and snooze.

the promise of a wimpy forgotten.

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today. tomorrow.

today is already a memory.

written.
filed away.
forgotten.

today is already history.

mine.
yours.
theirs.

today has disappeared

with.
abang
and
awhimper.

tomorrow. ah.

tomorrow is an enigma.
a promise of a pleasure dome.
a call to prayer.
a mass of writhing
bodies and thoughts.

and love.
and birth.
and death.
and promises kept and broken.

safe from harm

i spent
a lazy afternoon
watching squirrels
treedancing.

quicknimble
treerats.
thosesilverflashes
quickentrancing.

running corkscrew
rings around ringed
trees flush
with verdant spring,

stopping only
to scratch an itch
or watch a plump
pigeon snoozing.

i wish
i was a squirrel.
tree dancing.
safe from bombsandcarsandknivesandguns.

a silver flash
in the canopy,
watching plump
pigeons snoozing.