quick, compulsive rhythm; racing heart, driving homE
my body throbbing heavily; your body writhing; i’M
sliding, slipping, thrusting, touching—deeper, faster—nO.
pause, withdraw, go slowly, drawing out the blissful fighT.
working up excitement, pressure, passion. To and frO,
three times fast, than draw it out again, our forms ajoiN
in wet, hot lust; the beating pulse of muscles, moaning, oI
plunging to the hilt I feel you tighten, tense, and moaN
i’m almost there—a little faster—now I’m at the briM,
i’m deep inside, and with a strangled cry at last let gO.
surrendering to overwhelming rapture, this is iT
thrust again, and still again, I need to fill you, I
am helpless as my body must be satisfied, and O,
i hear you moan for more and more; in your flesh, I resigN
(Special thanks to Mae West for this one.Why? I have my reasons.)
("naoi": Plural of naos, a temple in Greek architecture)