My love, come; a strong pulse drives our heat.
Your body's grace kneels, strokes, drives my beat.
My stem, your honey mix in intense, soft fury,
as your offering expands for me, wet, furry!
Our rapture becomes transcendent, mutual, sweet!
Effluents so wonderful, and simultaneously meet!
O, trade our enervating warmth, while pulses groan;
one soul, two hearts mount and gain Love's throne.