Factoring Love

I'm looking at your rear and I'm wondering, if you do a 180 if possibly
I'm not squaring your frame, but framing your square to taste your isosceles
I'm saying 360 degrees equals the same round or square
I'm so beastie I want you to kick that shit over here

Scissoring sex positions forming parallelograms
Tongue tapping clit sending out telegrams
The native is getting restless, she's sending up smoke signaled codes
My tongue is in her love cylinder and a cyclone is coming out of her nose

Erupting volcanoes resembling smoking triangles and pyramids
Parallel lines separating revealing what was once hid
Hours spent stretching a square in a rectangle
Attention to detail must be maintain ensuring the preservation of all angles

Like a T-junction we intersect into the perfect doggy position
Up and down, curves becoming lines, grinding you into submission
No erase that, let's take that circle and stretch it oval, yes elliptical  
Take warped time and space and bang that shit out like it's apocalyptical

Measurements are being taken, just how much  pressure can one cylinder hold
Steam is escaping from the line, moisture is getting into the mold  
Let's fix the line, use a pillow and shim that shit up
Now let's close everything up again this time in the buck

Pressure felt, yes the friction is there again
Coefficient of friction times normal force returns the pain
Measurements and equations pounded in and out on an endless loop
Bust two, wait a few, and then redo the math if you need more proof