Bedroom Etiquette

Love's touch bridges the distances of humanity.    
Shall We reconstruct this phenomenon we call monogamy?  
Why can't compatibility be evolutionary?
Why can't heaven be a climactic terminus?
A realm of inamorata where vehement, and scripture run askew.
A cosmic tango of lust & cohabitation.
Reaping the amenities of fidelity.
An affair of sinuous tantrums of lascivious application.
Uncontrived imperium seizing the fundamentals within my proximity.
My Melanoid king let us weave our naked flesh into a healthy hammock of splendid sin.
A confection of my mammary secretion if you will.
Sorcering affectionate.
Your salacious tube perforating thy virgin nuclei.
You’re my enigmatic courtesan and I your burlesque acrobat.
Pampering & spoiling me with sensationalism so taboo.
My insides awaiting the arrival of your incessant prism, my vessel of veneration catering to the progression of your ingression.    
Libidinal dualism where destinations totem lies unfurled.
Our seams meet.
The exertion of your omnipotent penis the atlas of affliction.
Your genius physically designating.    
Cradling me with a reverence spiritually resonating and I become the victim of your opulence.
Surrendering to the accommodation of your paroxysmic element.
For it is the very object of my paraphilia. Execution you exude exceeding all expectations.
Mankind dependent on our repopulation. Your quantum mechanics balancing my equilibrium.
Venereal commerce detrimental.    
I exclaim your tongue game is critically acclaimed yet still remains confidential.
My anatomy on your biology makes the perfect combination.
Pupils dilate at an apex.
Adhesion’s vertex.
Shall we procreate and mate with motive?