Between your tender lips I melt

A gaspberry plucked on a summer day

Ripe and swollen from burning desire

You softly squash me against your palete

My juice trickles down your unshaven chin

I fall apart in a mindless scream

You never knew the taste of your name

Before I moaned it into your face

Cuddled into unspoken words

We keep it secret but we both know

We can’t play it cool because it’s too hot

We can’t say it’s caj because it is not

Intimacy slips through the half-open door

Let’s face it, babe

We’re making Love.