Musings Regarding An Imminent Consummation

How will you feel my flesh when I feel yours?

 

My hard mouth is not your sweet lip.

 

My rough hand is not your silk-soft breast.

 

Violating, my harsh thrust is not your willing give.

 

How will you feel my flesh when I feel yours?

 

But surely you will shiver and welcome my touch, as I do yours.

 

And at the blissful union you will quake, then tremble, with me. One. Whole.

 

How will you feel my flesh when I feel yours?