Dreaming with an endless friend
as I pound her bare pink skin.
Driving my fingers down
to the essential frantic death,
and the languid music of two as one.
Singing of waxed visions
delirious in the worship of love and,
flooded with screams that beat madly,
like rain from her eternity.
And she, the sordid goddess of tongues,
is moaning and heaving
in sweat and lust
beneath my symphony
of sweet powerful white light.