“Making Love Against the Wall” – the entry of a barrel that came from the south pole

undress, and turn your back against the wall
i find it here tighter, ‘though it’s a gaping hole
like a muscle of the arm that you can control
the entry of a barrel that came from the south pole

two souls have left for a short high time
two bodies have become one, dogging have been mimed
sweat have mixed, greasing all over the skin
friction became hotter, concentration did spin

the burst of the human lava was the extreme finality
every exit of the aahhhs, the oohhhs for the re-entry
the final embrace, the final total strikes
there’s no miss and there’s no spikes!