Shudder, moan, stretch and clench
As my fingers play and writhe
In the slippery chasm
Of your feminine divide
Then feel it fill with me
To orgasmic heights
The intimacy of sharing
Our most personal delights
No pre-tense nor deception
Only oneness in rhythm
No agendas nor any games
Our passion near-animalism
Your pale skin against my own
Tingling at the lightest touch
Warmed by heat and love and sex
Till at last it becomes too much
