Beat after beat our tongues dance
throbbing rhythms plunder
Like our feet, when our passions tango
In sync but lost in the music
We let go to the singing of the universe
Dancing like devils the night is ours
In the heat of the night
throbbing rhythms pulse beneath
wandering hands
moisture on fingers celebrates living need
Thrusting and grasping
Our bodies writhing in perfect union
Dizzy heights where nothing else exists
but the ravaging of skin on skin
Relentless poundings
writhing in thought, body and soul
The orchestra of throbbing rhythms
Comes together headboard banging the wall
Wet smacks to swollen lips
Grunting, moaning,
all increasing in tempo and cresendo
Till our cries plunder the night sky
Our souls and bodies sated
