Sex ashes

Her body was of an hourglass and my love had run out of time,

it was her glass ass that poured my love from the flask

but what is one to do when the sky comes down raining

well my ball sack was clanging while we were banging,

she looked at me with hope

that maybe in the end it’d be easy to cope,

but I saw the mountainous slope of fire as hot as geyser, it trickled,

like my love for this woman

who is nothing like the omen we see erupting and thumping

shooting its eruptions as I will do when finished

and when we are good and ready we will lay

and burn away along with Pompeii.