Wet cleft to eager surging mound

embraced, engaged, magnetic bonding

swells up so fast our clothing still is there! all there

but feels removed, as if by magic wand — feels gone

Lithe limbs and trunk do more than meet their mates,

their newfound rhythmic counterparts

bind smooth with them

move, throb as one, soft-sudden, silky swift

First climax comes while lovers both are still full garbed

just wizard-happens there, quick gift, sweet shock

cry out — surprising growly sounds on shabby springy stripy couch

dim shadowed silent dusky room

those threadbare velvet pillows, softly falling all around.