Strings, would I ever grab an end.

by blossom666

With dry clumpy mud between my fingers,
with grass stains on my knees,
With the ebbing tide at my toes,
I sometimes wonder.

Beneath the changing moon,
The burning sun that sets in definitive glory,
amongst the howling winds,
And the clashing clouds,
When pleasure is achieved.

On the soft pillow,
Beneath my cover,
In the cleansing bath,
What happens,
When all is done.

When pleasure spent,
will I relent?
when we lay back
our bodies done
in a moments fun,
Will I stay?