Is it merely carnal lust that we share,

Wandering in lush meadows of desire,

Searching for the thrill of each new affair,

Driven by a relentless inner fire?

Such is our debauched proclivity,

That only orgasmic release can slake

Our lascivious promiscuity,

As in each new carnal pleasure we partake.

Daily seeking new erotic delights,

We find temporary satiation

In ever darker orgiastic rites,

To satisfy our lustful addiction.

But fate can interfere in our affairs

And love may sometimes catch us unawares.

Skin-to-skin contact is mesmerizingly made,

As we entwine in the warm secluded shade.

The grass is long, the sun is blissfully bright,

Falling toward our pleasurable plight.

Sinking further, flesh to flesh,

Our bodies glide and marvellously mesh,

In each other's eyes we begin to salaciously soar,

I am coveted while reaching the edge I ardently adore.

In your arms I’ve found the beauty of lustful love,

Such a wonderful blessing as the stars align above.

To the end we ravenously reach,

You have me plead, pray, and preach.