Of all the frames 

I visualise making love to you

You dressed like woman saints

Who discard modest layers 

Your cascading waves

Draping your pendulous breasts 

You riding me

Oblivious to the worldly chaos 

Chanting my name

In reverence to my member 

In your temple of Venus

You seething 

I squirming beneath you

I see you as a powerful force

Conquering not just my thirst 

But only yours.

©LR