Your Last Breath

With this smile smeared across my face
I pan across the room
Young ones with their Sharon Stone pleadings
I search through the bodies
Naked next to mine
With faces hopefully absent
Focused on a chosen few
With no inclination of touch
I find you
And with all the toys
I could taste
Its you, your legs I want to part
Rocking you, making you
Scream out all the names of
Your wet past - till
My name is the
Last Breath you take

Deborah V McGrew