Please don't fuck me to the music on the radio.
It's much too trite.
Fuck me in the quiet
Of the pitch black dark
And the silent white breaking
Of the dawn.
Let me feel the ultra circadian rhythms of you,
And your desire to breed with me.
Show me your song, a new song,
A true song, beating in the wings
Of the man I love,
Humming between the pulses and the throbs,
And rocking me into my blessed state,
Where all I can barely hear is us--
You, in your sweet glory groaning,
And me, mother of all your descendants,
Moaning.

 -jenn