Through the sweaty throw of turned up limbs,
Weakened and weary from adulterated pleasure.
He is lost by her beauty and his will succumbs,
Driven and delirious by desire raw and pure.
With skin so delicate and moistened lips,
She directs this erotic company of two.
Like a morning flower from which dew drips,
Their passion grows wet and sheets soak through.
Under pressure from none but the bodies of two,
They are pressed firmly together at contoured seams.
Rhythmic motions of lovers in pose, carnally askew.
This desire has no place but in perverse dreams.
Beside each other in this controlled embrace,
He preserves this divine world with her words of joy.
Like an enthralled artist paints with measure pace,
The brushes of decided votaries’ stroke a world to enjoy.
Inside the grasp of yearning arms bound for any by
An inmost and pastime celebrated exertion.
She is positioned and poised for the pleasure at his supply.
Nothing is lost; exuberance is gained from this sensation.
For a moment what is sought can be found.
What is thought to be unreal and merely dreamt
Is realized as practicable and pleasurably abound.
This is for what delicious desire is truly meant.
With each other’s culminating embrace,
Their bodies incline in the erotic pose of extreme delight.
This passionate promenade begets a quickened pace.
Their bodies’ splashdown as they extinguish the night.
