Shudder, moan, stretch and clench

As my fingers play and writhe

In the slippery chasm

Of your feminine divide

Then feel it fill with me

To orgasmic heights

The intimacy of sharing

Our most personal delights

No pre-tense nor deception

Only oneness in rhythm

No agendas nor any games

Our passion near-animalism

Your pale skin against my own

Tingling at the lightest touch

Warmed by heat and love and sex

Till at last it becomes too much