Beneath the golden moon we lay
Twisted, smoking, and in ruin
Upon alabaster plinth we play
An ageless game too soon
Garments obscure lurid display
After giving in to a youthful groove
Damaged by our bawdy sway
Now this one you mustn’t move
Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
young lovers embrace
entwine supine recline
in one place
murmured direction
angle correction
sweet misdirection
lust indiscretion
breathy implosion
suggestive rasp
raucous explosion
good to the last gasp
Working on a simple long form
Demonic mnemonic algorithm
To bless my pointy little head
While making me lots of bread