How I fantasize sex would be.

To The God, We Speak

The silence that sends
the screams that call

the souls to bend,
as, in contentment, we fall.
In the flow of unknown, indefinitely we reach

to the god, we speak of.

To the god, we speak.

Dilated eyes, never leaving each other.
In sync our breath fall
before we sink in each other.

gravity between us, out weights the other

our lips, as they meet,

for us everything is now murdered.

Numbing the brain, we devour each other further.

Our love has revised.

It expression, not verbal.

Indecisive, our bodies are recasting the pose.

Our lips are never parting, as we strip our way close.

Red like wine, red like red rose,

our bodies are heating,
even helieos is cold.

Corporeal limitations are not leaving any resolve

 We will never know that it happened, never know how we dissolved.

This is when our gratification goes at the peak,

to the god, we speak of.

To the god, we speak.