On Fucking a Communist

We fucked like a wheel and a cog
Two pieces of the same machine
Pushing / grinding / aligning
Every part
Created to fit or contrast.

She battered my body.
Entered me with hands
And tongue
And teeth
Sensations bleeding
Each into the next
Until I felt everything
And nothing.

“OH GOD!” I moaned
Nearing climax...

With her right hand
Pumping steadily inside me
She snaked her fingers into my hair
Pulled hard with her left hand
Forcing my head
To an angle
Slightly back and to the side

Pressing her hot mouth against my ear
She whispered,
“gaud eez dead”
And brought me to climax
With the death of religion
And the birth of Nietzsche.