ONE NUMBER LESS THAN 70

As we lie on a bed
of fresh rose petals
on white satin sheets;
our hands gently roaming
over each other's essence
touching places of desire;
we both love math and
the meaning of numbers;
as we count from a hundred
to one, we pause at 69,
my mouth on your silky garden
and your mouth on the man of steel;
my tongue gently traces the
soft gates and you circle the
head of my throbbing desire;
as we count down to the
mutual volcanic explosion:
oh how we love one number
less than 70---69!