POEM: Midnight Climax

By Berniegourley @berniegourley

The walls throb and gargoyles attack

an hour into midnight climax.

Pipe cleaner Kama Sutra twists

chronicled indiscretion lists.

His hand dissolves into puddle.

Giggling; he’s become befuddled.

She’ll take him for a midnight ride

while with acid he is plied.

A night to remember, he will have lost

until the Polaroids do accost

By B Gourley in poem, Poetry, Sex on September 28, 2017.