Poetry

It would be fun to be under the covers nude

Fresh and clean, Like your favorite fruit
And when we would share all of our sweet juice
We'd then begin our sexual drug abuse
I would get as close as I can get, and then try to push a lil' further in my nakedness
Then give you my drug, and feel better when you take it
The smell of desire, heating our bodies like a lustful radiator; My mind taken by only silent movements
Slow strokes to boost passionate energy
Our minds begging and screaming
To give us a an intense mystery

All but rushed is what we are
It's like time stops, but we move on
And when we enter another galaxy, we find that we can make our own gravity
By substituting some kind of nature, that will sooner or later might remind us of reality
And when we return, we just come back to our sexual academy