"Late Sunday Night"

Morphine, valium,
vicodin and whiskey,
these are the potions
that calm my soul.

Cushions on the unfamiliar couch
give way to the motion of her hips,
while the juices from her pussy
run down my throat.

We smear cocaine
on each other with our tongues.
Then, washed in blue TV flickers,
I cry out when she swallows my essence.

Later, as we stand
holding each other,
the perfect moment arrives.
I hold the sum of my desires in my arms,
and the sun climbs into the sky.