What kind of sex would you like to have right now? Part 4

The kind that ends with her begging me to creampie her. To give HER every drop that should be going to my wife.
 
Right now I'd love a woman to walk into my bedroom stark naked, figure outlined by the soft morning light, pull back the duvet and lower herself down on to my hard hard hard fucking cock.
 
Sixty-Nine

It is the number of mirrors.
Two bodies curved into reflection,
giving and receiving in the same breath.

It is not chaos, but orbit -
a circle unbroken,
where beginnings vanish
and endings refuse to come.

Every shiver finds its echo,
every gasp its twin.
Desire folds in on itself,
a loop of fire,
a rhythm without pause.

Sixty-Nine is poetry written on skin,
a verse that devours itself,
a covenant of equals -
not surrender, not conquest,
but the infinite entwining
of hunger and grace.

And when it ends,
you are left knowing the truth:

It is forever in a single breath.
 
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