The last stand.

The last stand.

‘Darling!’
Her breathless sigh,
Her pumped-up bust and lips
Engulfed him like a forest fire.
He gasped.

Her roles
Were never big.
She couldn’t act for love,
Her crazy cravings saw to that.
She flopped.

Now old,
She’d lost her charms,
Needed the surgeon’s knife,
But still she suffered from this curse,
Her lust.

She had
Her share of rogues.
Abusers filled her past,
But it was she, who egged them on,
Seduced.

He sighed,
Then pulled her close;
His hands were everywhere.
He grabbed and stroked and tore her dress,
She smiled.

He took
This ancient vamp,
And rode her all the way.
She thrashed and hissed and scratched his back,
Enjoyed!

‘Come now!’
She urged, ‘Don’t wait.
Come now, I want to die!’
Her passion choked her ailing heart;
He came.

And thus
Fulfilled her wish:
She went out on a high.
The actress in a dead end rut
Retired.