I will make love to you so preciously
so tenderly, even as I become more passionate
you will begin to talk in ancient tongues
I cover your mouth with my own
and you speak into my throat words you can't contain
saying you're feeling sensations a female is supposed to feel
you cannot stop the words
they keep coming with assault weapon efficiency
until they turn into shrieks into my hand
which by now is slightly bloody and saliva sopped
as you passionately utter; You are privy
to woman's primitive passion's worth . . .