Strong, sturdy hips receive hungry thrusts.
Authentic sex is not for the weak.
Fainting hearts are not welcome here.
Moans crescendo, vibrating leaves and rippling rivers.
Bodies transform, like werewolves under a hunter’s moon.
Two bodies cast a single shadow upon the leaves,
a single shadow spread eagle under star filled skies.
Animalistic echoes part the clouds and create light,
a bright light that gently cuts the night.
We are one shadow, one soul,
parting only after our sweat has watered the Earth.
Parting only after we have melted into ecstasy and are left there,
like puddles at our own feet.