PROCREATION

Where their crotches tangled,
his penis came angled,
its head knocking the door
of her womanly core
where inside was waiting,
in anticipating,
her egg's fertilising
in course of lust rising.
 
Her passage came juicy
when her mood got fruity,,
helped by stimulation
caress, digitation.
He'd entered erected
where he was expected,
no sheath camouflaging
his potent enlarging.
 
From thrusts without ceasing
there came the releasing
of his creamy man seed,
no device to impede,
sperms passing through cervix
to with her ova mix.
Next nine months on her womb
would be the growing room
of the baby he sired
with she whom he desired.