My lust ripples under your sweet caress.
Distrust refracted from sensual slopes.
I yield to you as you gently undress
a victim of historic waves of hopes.
Washed in a flow of femininity
in your hands as you quell my thirst for sex,
you remind me of lost vitality.
Walls fail. True intimacy deemed complex.
Your force alien to my perception,
having been slashed by weapons of manhood.
Your loving ways receive wet reception.
Sex is combined ecstasy as it should.
Foaming joy and frothing lust destroy drought.
Regressed when love’s denied and you walk out.