Sex

Wickety wack I like crack
not that kind, the one below your back
I put it in you and move it around
you climb on top and bounce up and down
our senses have been heightened as we reach our goal together
we shudder with excitement as we sing our song forever
bumping and grinding
sweating and squealing
dispensing of letters
not losing not stealing
time to let go of that pesky little curse
time to be free for better of for worse
to the world of big people
the ones who drive cars
and jobs and mortgages
they can get into bars
it's a fun little thing
this wet little dance
the one that we do
when we take off our pants
it feels so good it seems so right
to hold each other close in the middle of the night
whether fucking like rabbits
or making sweet love
or trying for a baby
a gift from above
it's all just as fun
this thing we call sex
the way that it felt
with a current or an ex