Up and to the Left.

There is no more glorious moment
in all of your pointless existence
than right before bringing
your lover to climax.
In those brief seconds
when you both know
what those tightening muscles mean
you're the only one
who matters to them--
they'd have you believe
you're the only one
who ever has, in fact.
You can do no wrong
as long as you don't stop
whatever magical feat
you're performing.
That precious endorphin high
you're about to send
through their body is enough
to justify your presence, to buy
you some time...
And time, after all
is the one thing
we'll all be begging for at the end
one way or another.