You are preserved
as well as I,
he observed from his mahogany bed
As she looked down on him
with a pristine face
and eyes of
tear-lacquered
ash.
((Note from the author: I had a bit too rough of a week to be in an erotica-writing mood, but I did promise myself that I was going to aim for one blog update a week. So here is a short piece for you.))