When We Make Love

When we make love again, you get to choose
which parts of me you’d like to have me use
to get which parts of you all tied in knots
so tight we’ll have each other seeing dots
all crazy dizzy lost in whose part’s whose.

There’s no request you’d make that I’ll refuse
you, lover. Let my body’s sport amuse
your want. We’ll soak our sheets with slippery spots
                                    when we make love.

Down there between my private twin tattoos
my passion’s tides will drag you under. Lose
yourself to madness. Yield your tamest thoughts
to out-and-out abandon. Get the hots –
ignite me.   Don’t you love the way we fuse
                                    when we make love?


by Cynthia


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