I'm under the weight of your supple taught hide 

your face smashed on mine. A crash, and your ass

thumps with damn thunder, i'm pulling us under

and splash in our spit, and grind in the grit, let's roll

and writhe and kick the tide, we'd lose control

to blackest coal and slip to streams and bathing

dreams, my hands around, yours punch and pound

and pull and bite, sweet dynamite

then soft decay and raygun spray, the salt, the eyes

the tiger prize, a stripe, a swipe, a mango ripe

with juices, strings and sticky things, a smear

in red, a bristled head, in milky foam with strata 

blown, your stinking kiss, the plush abyss, it's this

I'd miss, I hiss