We danced through

the night

Roses of lies

on a bed of erotica


My lips on you

Top to bottom

I’m kissing between

your thighs

My hips tight on yours

I’m yours tonight


We fused in time

tick-tock of the clock

no longer counts


To the night we ceased

We ceased the moon

We teased the stars

We condensate in glory


like steam — an embodiment

of seduction.