Imperceptible

Suppose I were to fuck you? Would this word,
That I so rarely use, cause you alarm?
Supposing, we made love? Is it absurd
That meaning imbues phrases with faint charm?
But who determines meaning? Does your head,
When not filled with strap-on, consider well
Exactly how to understand each thread
You comprehend, but shudder at this spell?
 
Do words give way to actions? Do you lie
With hip glossily curved, so, whilst supine,
You know that you’ll submit without a sigh
To the last, caressed detail; I’m inclined
To such devilish glee, I will corrupt
Our love making, until we're both quite fucked.