Lovers meet in hallowed places Warm bed Thick duvet to dampen the floods to come Enter the actors The shy unsure steps Then brazen hands at last Buttons snap like a magician's show Bodies ones clad lay bare A kiss And then some A dance of two lips Twisting and tasting Tongues darting in an out like in a rhyme Then the winding of waist One thrusting The other receiving Sweat comes and hearts race Then the pace quadruples A battered bed Two tireless visionaries Pounding and panting in passion Singing wordlessly Time seem to wind on unchecked Then the cry A sound so sweet the eyes water Bodies stiffened Breathing hiked A moistened end to a sweetened act Here they are At the apogee of the world Sated at least for the sec Who knows what thing lies ahead When two unclothed lovers lay down?
Well,*** is one reason we all are. Evidence of our very existence, a necessary thing for the perpetuation of our line,therefore a sacred thing to be written on.