When you and I meet it is a matter of love,
Rich, generous and vast,
An affair of the heart not just of lust,
But the heart isn't where it stops.

We continue on to become creatures of sex,
Horny beasts filled with love, lust and deep desire,
Clothes are ripped off and flung carelessly aside,
That pretty dress now a heap on the floor.

Love evolves and becomes a burning fire,
Tearing through our bodies,
Coursing through our veins,
As we become ravenous in our hunger for each other.

Movement matched by movement,
Grunts matched by moans,
Pleasure matched by pain,
Orgasm matched by orgasm.

As we fuck and fulfil our want,
We return to our normal state,
Returning to love in our post-coital state,
Sated, and keeping the wolves at bay.