We shouldn't sleep with this pink fairy floss
I guess we know, though, no one calls it sleep
A randy rutting, a right beastly toss
Astride a stallion who fills me so deep
The sheen of sweat, slick intertwined body
The slap of two souls sticking together
Horizontal mambo, sweet and naughty
A mattress flattened, left without feather
You're an ice cream sundae and I'm starving
Your skin is my sun on cold winter days
Your body marble, I'm keen on carving
Between us this heat, this glorious haze
Bedclothes askew, we think we are sated
A shared glance shows desire unabated















