My decadence precedes me.

Catch the glint of its head,

So reckless and red, reeling.

In its need, unheeding,

Seed building, unyielding,

Determined to plant itself

Firmly in silken flesh

Yearning to glide along

That heated, golden groove

So smooth and soaking

With fingers stroking

Stoking a glittering clit

And into and out of

And leaving no doubt of

The orgasm nearing

And slicker and quicker

And harder and faster

And deeper and thicker

And thrusts evoke moaning

And sighs become groaning

And then the resolving

A liquid dissolving

A spurting, a clashing,

Such uncontrolled thrashing.

A sum of the pleasures

Such sharing of treasures

The senses that light us

The joys that unite us

Eternity follows