Unpoetic we must have been

It’s great oh god, I’m dying!
There was nothing original
Perplexing or surreal
In her hushed excited grunts
But to me with her back shining white
And me with trembling arms around
Unimaginable yielding mounds
In a quickly steaming
Breathing storage space
Her words were no less
Than surprise solution
of paradox never solved before
Caesar crying:
I saw I came I conquered!
Or maybe it was I who actually cried
Oh god! Oh great! I’m dying…