You fall into me when the door is locked, I take it all the heat, the shock. Sheets get tangled, breath runs fast, I hold the moment till it’s past. I’m where desire slows its tread, Soft below, but firm instead.

Let us inside you, Beauty is pain, By hook or by crook, A little less plain Punching and pushing, Stinging and sear, Now we're within you, And we'll stay right here

I’m information, I’m sport, I’m dance. I’m happy, I’m sad, I’m ham. What am I?

With my long neck And Big wide tongue I can lap up that hole All day, son.

guard your head from skyward tears and fiery beams alike, a shield above your dwelling height.