I open myself to pleasured torment,
where raw, vulnerable, in aching bliss,
I tender myself in pregnant ferment
to anticipation of life’s sweet kiss.
Coo of caresses, surging of ardor,
honeyed glances, throbbing appendages,
private, impulsive, mutual laughter,
all bring moments of idyllic trances.
My lover is my constant intimate,
in our fond intertwine we intimate
love’s exquisite talent to transmit
a fleeting, yet seemingly boundless state.
Male is positive, female negative,
love’s fated conjugation, life’s motive.