Crotch Animals Poem by Zyw Zywa

On a throne of pillows, I lay you down
an aureole of hair is your crown
...our eyes are lights in the gloaming

Desire is all that dances and swings
our swelled lips form a kiss that sings
...and seals the enchantment of loving

crotch animals who play together
eager to caress each other
...in passionate wondering

we let our wildest wishes flood
release the scents of our blood
...from the waving dismantling