Eternity poem

There is a lot to be spoken of
In the soft explorations
Of fingers and tongue
Lying here
Together Moulded
Reaching for something finer
In the depths
Where our privacies unite
And for the briefest moment
Our loneliness is met
Beyond politeness
Vulgar with sweat
Human and divine
Arching geometrically
Parabolic and banal
Grunts and syllables
Sweet tears
And last caresses
Before the sounds
Of deeper and deeper sleep
Are forgotten
In erotic dreams
Of this moment
Over and over
Again and again
Ecstasy colliding in eternity.