Obscene, raging in your arms.
Shining at the sky, like rubies
with deep pleasures, like diamonds.
Deeper than the secrets we hold.
our pleasure depends on tonight’s moon.
Because after tonight
we might be obsolete to each other.
I depend on your oar to keep poking feelings
that saturate my heart and fulfil my desires.
I want to hear nothing tonight.
I want to taste nought now.
Please wrestle my love.
Let us rain together,
let us fall softly on a bed of pricky roses.
I love them so.
I know I sound like a nitwit
but sweety won’t you show me
how to make babies.