Minutes
The hour is late, the street quietly alive, Crossing over pavement, your hand locked into mine. Minutes amass as we circle around the block, Stealing your kisses, you cop a feel of my cock. We reveal our troubles, dance away the despair, You hold me tighter until I'm gasping for air. Minutes keep building, wish this night would never end, More love in brief moments than years that couples spend. Fingertips under clothes, your arch builds a passage, Sliding down to circle parts I ache to ravage. To soon to say goodbye, buy time with one more kiss, Too late into the night for a tongue so reckless. I watch you walk away, turn to find my way home, Grateful for the minutes when we both feel less alone.
