All The World's
Carve out a hollow in my back
with your tongue. Praise my
form with your hands, caramel
coloured and as satin. Sing
to me the delights of the beginning -
molding entwining two bodies as one
as if we were they, the first; for
each other and the world. This event, this
show we perform for each other
becomes nothing when stripped to the bare.
Your performance gasps me, tugs
at the innermost flesh of my core; you are
a virtuoso.