I present to thee as ye to me,
A history of form and function,
A perfected him before perfect her,
We both do dare this juncture of dance
Where layers lay bare to caring stare and circumstance,
And strum of digit, hum of lips,
Sips from dripping honeyed hips,
Our offered symbol, confident trust,
Swaying thus a gentle thrust,
As God intended, all is splendid… harmony.
Freely spoken minds reveal our sensuality
Near surreal, this electric hunger, select appeal,
Circuits charged, free roaming feel,
Gifting free… ye eye candy his manly steel,
Our maple syrup treasures
Awaiting harvester pleasures.
Defined shapes of splendor, elegant, supple,
Expectant, ready offerings of self.
The human form, the ultimate art!
