The essence of the being
And the creative feeling,
The touch causes sparks
Between bodies in the dark,
The pleasure and the ecstasy
That washes over caressingly,
The moment when our vibrations
Sync and all start to align,
As we reach a mutual climax
As our bodies move and thrust in time,
Oh, what joy it is to be human
When two bodies collide,
In perfect coalescence as if it is divine
And as we rise and as we fall,
There must be mutual respect
Where dominance is shared
On the basis of more and less,
In agreement with each other
To make this moment more not less,
Where neither of us feel as if we have been sexually oppressed.
fauxcroft 
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