She jostles my collar and nibbles my ear
"Do you want to play?"
                                      play?...
                                              play?...


The word's echo in the corridor of my canal


                                ...do you?
The curtains drawn and sheets askew
flesh and fabric entwined
netted so well, neither dare move
but cocooned in ecstasy; mentally
and physically
as your heart-shaped crevice
firmly burrows into my pelvis.
I'm homeward bound.