A Loving Universe

In the half-light of evening I gazed across the solid landscape of his chest. My eyes came to rest on the object of my desire, erect as if with newfound purpose.  
We were naked and unashamed.
 
My legs, once trained as a dancer, moved smoothly over him. I heard his whimper the moment he slid into the syrupy depths that hid the mysteries of my life.
 
We paused for a moment to feel the heat of this first joining, then we fell easily into rhythms as if directed by others. Could two mammals, tiny specks of life, make love under starry skies without altering some piece of reality?
 
Do our bodies channel past generations of learned behavior?  
Are we merely playing our assigned parts in the evolution of our species?  
Maybe we're following the simple inclinations of a loving Universe?