O Dear Woman,
you sacred-gift,
that sweet-sound
we make!

You can try to deny it,
hide it, not abide in it...
but, when we get like that,
when our bodies intertwine,
unwind & tighten, connect,
create primal-friction,
they cascade our flows,
echoing the throes,
our *****-passions
off the walls
of seclusion!

O Dear Woman,
you sacred-gift,
that sweet-sound
we make!