On a throne of pillows I lay you down
an aureole of hair is your crown
our eyes are lights in the gloaming

Desire is all that dances and swings
our swelled lips form a kiss that sings
and seals the enchantment of loving

crotch animals who play together
eager to caress each other
in passionate wondering

we let our wildest wishes flood
release the scents of our blood
from the waving dismantling