"Graustark" Poem by Nellene Mae Cornel

blissfully soaring is this soul
the gentleness of your caresses in effection
at the peak of a romantic encounter
the union has taken carnality beyond reproach
osculation reached utopia
filled with ecstatic urgency
upon every passionate strokes of the flesh
sighs and moans in alternate melodious rhythm
from the strumming of lips on the skin
the point of climax reached
an inevitable moment of gratification
awoken from slumber
of what seemed to be
your deepest thrust