HOW WE FIT

I find how easily we fit,
First time, full frontal (minus kit);
You become as deep, and I long,
As we outwork Solomon’s Song.

Two halves become a perfect whole,
United in body and soul,
The You and Me becoming Us,
Expressed, first time, in coitus.

We, the Beloved and Lover,
Were surely made for each other.
The priest’s words “You may kiss the bride”
I re-obey as I come inside.

What has been long kept at arm's length
We embrace with passionate strength…
Talking after, you say, with smile:
“Next time, shall we do doggy-style?”