Entwined together like ivy and a railing,
dreaming of evolution and the subtle art of nailing.
Bedsheets stuck to our backs as they sweat,
our secret seduction, our little tete-a-tete.
Body slides on body, the moaning of encumbrance,
the incorruptible pleasure associated with circumference.
Your tears belie the pleasure flowing from your carnal side,
let go of all your troubles, sweep me out with your tide.