It’d happen under the midsummer moon
Between the fingers
Within the heartbeats –
This thing, a lustful interaction

It’d happen ever so often;
Between them –
Sometimes between the sheets
Time and again it’d happen under the fall cover

Lust was a luscious word,
It was but a pleasant exchange of body fluids
And such – between consenting mongers
Physicality never felt purer

It’d happen in those lapses between conversations
And laughter – glee
Of meeting the sexual soul
That’d be the yin to the yang

It’d happen so beautifully
A sexual masterpiece
And in those moments of ecstasy
Maestros were defined – found