The smoothness of her skin, the generous flesh, the luxury of her body.
Her smiling eyes, made smoky with eye shadow.
Fragrance.
Follow her scent, inhale the fragrance.
Her sweet musk, her pheromones, my endorphins.
Her estrogen, my testosterone.
She's left her scent on my pillow.
My bed becomes our bed.
She's left her uterine bloodstain on my sheets.
I've left a deposit of DNA in her vagina.
Territorial claims.
Nature.
We fudge the borders and boundaries.
We have our historical families, but in the here and now,
we exist, here and now,
With each other.
The lure of sex with her.
We cannot stop ourselves from fucking.
The desire is too strong.
We step outside our territories
and join in our own sentient, sovereign state of union,
Then return to where it is safe and familiar.
