WITH ALL THE ENERGY

With all the energy of a morning run  
We have one last time in the bed one on one.  
Once in the rhythm of our heavy breathing  
Our loins are thrusting and our chests heaving.  
More urgently your limbs around me entwine  
As we take our loving to the finishing line  
Proclaimed by the sound of alarming clock,  
Whose beeps turn on the tap that is in my cock,  
Bringing on a release of remaining seed  
And your juices at the climax of our deed.

I slump onto you, as you knock the clock off -  
Now we'll have to get up, the bedsheets we doff,  
As I withdraw to get myself on my feet  
To pick the clock up and turn it off neat.  
We've both got to be at work in the next hour,  
Like unwinding runners we go to shower,  
Wash off the juices, seed and perspiration,  
Ready to rise up and go build the nation.
We part kissing and "Here's to next exercise!" -
Another such session between your thighs.