The subtle move, the barely touching.
soft sighs, the half closed eyes.
Stroke after stroke bring forth moans
grasping hard the flesh of one.
A rising pitch of hateful words
come out of mouth so sweet and full
of him. Rise up and turn away.
You have yet to feel the the carnal
in full force. Bend yourself to the will
of him. Draw in the one that makes the
world. Feel the presence of its push.
Arch your back, allow the depth to gain
its' hold. Touch your cleft, make it wet.
Scream his name, for you have earned it.
Now believe the truth you desire.
It shall possess like no other forever
the earth of your being.