My carnivorous hand
grazes on your mounds and meadows
kneading and nuzzling.
The incendiary explorations
set our bodies aflame.
Hurled into the cauldron of carnal whirlpool
we curl and twirl restless
playing to Cupid's Metronome
on the Major to a crescendo
which culminates in a blissful
celestial experience.
I refuse to descend from those ecstatic echelons
but for the cold wet dream
Playing spoil sport.
