O THOU WHOSE SKIN

O Thou, whose skin is smooth to touch,
I can’t want you with me too much;
After a date night, going Dutch,
Thoughts gravitate towards the crutch.

An hour after we've wined and dined,
We’re in bed, naked and entwined,
Our arms torsos together bind
To outwork what we’ve had in mind.

Eyes and lips upon bodies feast,
Adrenalin runs as on piste.
Fair meets dark and West meets East
In bed, a writhing Two-Backed Beast.

I get your head into a spin
As I caress your silky skin.
You open up to let me in;
Each other’s prize, each other win.