Another Metaphor

Another metaphor for lust
I’m so tired and cliché.
I complain of a headache
To keep it away

But there is no relent
The will is too strong
Like a lead pipe with wings
It keeps flying along

I finally give up
And open my gates
Two bodies become one
(yawn) it must have been fate

The flowers keep blooming
And the pistons keep time
As those animal passions
Are fueled by strawberry wine

With fireworks and tidal waves
Your seed I do reap
Choirs of angels all sing
Now I’m going to sleep