A Place in a Fantasy (poetic orgy)

Take me back to a place where your flesh became my flesh.

Where the battle of our sexes had no urge to compete.

Take me back to a place where your fingerprints would trace the tunnels of my spine,

while your tongue made ovals on the cage of my ribs.

A place where we didn’t need time just the matter of mere moments,

The moment your pelvis reached mine,

More than sex but magical musical,

where my heart rate pounds to the thump of my ass clapping to your flesh.

My breath races every nerve you penetrate.

Slippery, your raft is a perfect fit, curves the perfect way, creates the perfect tempo,

and conjure the perfect waves.