To Mount

To climb upon your back
Between your smooth orbs
To fit between your thighs
like a peg in a chessboard
My hands upon your breasts
Your nipples between my fingers
My swollen manhood inside you
Ripe to spray my seed inside your womb
What will become of this moment
the ferocious intensity of our coupling
At the conclusion, still inside you
I bend to whisper in your ear
“I love you” and the refrain
echos louder than the wind
outside the door