To have her love with me tonight, I’d sweat
and feel the slickened moisture of her skin
I’d take her love, however I could get
and give my love to her, as much, within
I think of how I pierce her willing flesh
And how we move together, making heat:
our hips, our legs, desires intermesh
we hunger for the places where we feast
where softened flesh is moist; where skin is thick
the thickened skin and softness begs to burn
beneath the piercing flesh, she waits to turn
my mouth explores her love, my tongue, her lips;
I love to lose myself within her hips.