Beat after beat our tongues dance

throbbing rhythms plunder

Like our feet, when our passions tango

In sync but lost in the music

We let go to the singing of the universe

Dancing like devils the night is ours

In the heat of the night

throbbing rhythms pulse beneath

wandering hands

moisture on fingers celebrates living need

Thrusting and grasping

Our bodies writhing in perfect union

Dizzy heights where nothing else exists

but the ravaging of skin on skin

Relentless poundings

writhing in thought, body and soul

The orchestra of throbbing rhythms

Comes together headboard banging the wall

Wet smacks to swollen lips

Grunting, moaning,

all increasing in tempo and cresendo

Till our cries plunder the night sky

Our souls and bodies sated