Covenant Bliss

Some days, you can't wait for them to arrive.

I sit on the tattered couch,
watching the clock tick
like a slow son of a b***h
in an assembly line,
waiting for quitting time.
Fingers tapping on the armrest,
heart thumping a slow
and patient drum
to Van Morrison’s Moondance
spilling from the speakers.
Shadows converge on the wall.

The street burns outside,
passion and pain.
Headlights flicker through the blinds.
I can almost feel her steps
before the door creaks,
the faint scent of her heat
clinging like smoke
to the hallway.

I imagine my fingers
caressing her orchid,
her hips grinding against mine.
The desire between us rises
like a West Coast wildfire.
My body remembers
how she loves it, how I love it.
How we collide, blazing, urgent,
and the clock keeps its slow,
apathetic click.

The key jingles in the lock.
She steps inside.
Sly, slick smile.
The bedroom seems miles away.
Hands tangled in hair.
Mouths colliding.
Her knees brace the couch.
My body presses hard behind her.
Skirt pulled up over her hips.
The world has vanished.
Just heat, thrusting, one with us.
Covenant bliss
and the clock still ticking.
Helpless witness to our gravity.

Author's Note

For a reading of some of my work from Aluminum Cowboys, watch this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?vLEQlkNVsIQA
Thank you for listening! If youd like to explore more of my poetry and prose, my books are available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/thomaswcase

I hope this gives you a sense of the voice and world I try to create on the page. Your thoughts and feedback are always welcome.

Reviews

[Amy R]

Very playful yet heated in the moment type of poem, once in awhile, we need to be reminded of such bliss. You wrote this so good!
~Amy

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Amy. I appreciate it.

[Amy R]

You're welcome

[Curly Grace]

It captures the slow thrum of wanting and the way time stretches before collapsing into urgency. The heat is vivid, but what stays is the inevitability between them. That pull neither of them resists.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. Much appreciated.

[Neville]

This is quite simply brilliant brother T ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.

[John the Baptist]

I do love erotica sans vulgarity. Somehow, for me, it heightens the effect. Loved also the way this one built up, from the waiting to the arrival to the consummation. Yes, in such moments the world does vanish.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.

[Soren]

You are most welcome Thomas

[Michael Sun Bear]

Honest to god Thomas, sometimes I feel as if I am your doppelgänger, reliving through your writing my own memories. This could have been anyone’s erotic memories were it not for Moondance. Well remembered, well written my friend.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.

[red93]

Nice Write Thomas and I like how you build the tension before the Lady's arrival. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

I appreciate it, my friend.

[Soren]

The element of time introduced to anticipation and its slowness then arrival and in sexual action the clock that now ticks on unnoticed. Time passes quickly at such times but regardless of any action it goes on. Nicely done Thomas

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, much appreciated.