Collision beneath the duvet
hot flesh against hot flesh
been a while but no regret
hands on breasts mounts so fresh
soft belly a contoured plain
groins below on fire
parted lips and broad hips
cries of pleasure no pain
pressing down on the tower
the sacred rod
safe in the tunnel
all blood and power
no awkward blush
no rushed sentence
together as one
till the flush
then heads on the pillow
contempating the ceiling
the delicious glow
replaced by twilight's gleaming
