Let's

On the pressed pink kill of daisies, in confetti falls of petals,
let's have fragrant, budding, blooming floral sex.

We make notes of voices, our do-re-mi-fas marry,
let's harmonise, make rise and chase of choral sex.

I love your caveman soul grunts, your hot breath at my ear,
let's have sound and noisy breathless aural sex.

My mouth is wet and hungry, I cannot speak but swallow,
let's make hot vowels and consonants of oral sex.

Past the prickle edge of conflict, in the pinks of making up,
let's indulge the tender comfort of post-quarrel sex.

We can't make love, the room is alight with it,
let's have radiating haloed blessed pure white moral sex.

Dive in, it's live and lacy, a natural wonder, salty,
the largest living organism: let's have hot pink coral sex.

Seize me squeeze me throw me, put some sugar in my bowl
(let's have floral, choral, aural, oral, moral coral sex).