A glorious tumult:
Two cells intertwining,
Like our legs at night,
In a heated passion.
They sustain life:
Creating unseen galaxies,
Like the ardor between us,
In their secret atmosphere.
Holding each other:
Their walls collide,
Like the look in our eyes,
In uncomplicated passions.
Entities filling a void:
Manifesting their souls,
Like we trade scars,
In beautiful, unequivocal honesty.