Not such an erotic tale

It wasn't intended to be comfortable
The first time we kissed
I didn't expect any difference
As he lowered his lips

Down an ivory horizon
And past shaking pastel hips
Eyes as guides, and beaming headlights
In search of a shoal river

The Nile that rushed
From the very first touch
To the pyramids of such lust
Moaning to the moons cusp

Broken bricks as bed sheets
Egypts sand to our feet
Deep blue veins as maps
The bending of hints in my back

Fingers moved by  
The wind wailed, so did I
As he adventured his way inside

To reveal Tutankhamen’s treasure
As we synced a small gasp in pleasure