Doing the Nines

Hare Krishna, little girl!
Those Hindus knew what they were doing
On their deerskin rugs.
Those seductive devotees!
Passionate pioneers of pleasure!

Nine shallow
The Dom strongly
The Dom patiently
Introduces the tempo
With the spirit of a lion.

Eight shallow, one deep
Done slowly, oh so slow.
Barely moving
Eight times at the gate
Strength reserved.
Teasing anticipation
And a sudden thrust
Driven to the core,
A crying out,
A begging for more.

Down the stairs,
Down the steps.
Seven shallow, two so deep
The lioness, purring in rhythm.
Granting and asking.
Sipping the cognac.

Six and three
Five and four
Flowing, grinding,
Mystical magical
Energy moving.

The Empress below
Knowing her power
Basking, thriving
Receiving.
Four and five.

Tongues wrestling.
Fingers in motion
Touching, caressing, feeling
Talking to to the soul.
A perfumed garden
Penetrated, satiated
Three short, six long.

Two short, seven long.
Ananga Ranga.
Yin to Yang.
Driving the peg
With controlled abandon.
Music, dance, poetry.
Opium and hashish,
Sweet dreams
And flying carpets.

The eyes
Deeply connected
Communicating.
Consumating.
One inch, eight infinities.

Nine deep
Lunging forward
Grabbing inward.
Jade joints,
The bodies merge as one.
In spiritual ceremony,
In spiritual celebration.