7 Sinful Rhythms

Darling Dear
My Lover here
Tormenting me for weeks
Calling me back to your sheets
It is your body I seek
Bequeath upon me your expertise
Life time brimming with memories

Hips don't work
Words turn incoherent
Your body is my home
Pulling me back
To childhood times
With each thrust
Each stroke
Delve deeper into my mind
Now here I am in the womb
With you in my core

Exploding starburst of white light
We are burning again
Soaring high this night