I will be making love to you

I will be making love to you
softly, tenderly and sometime
like tornadoes, like storms
lightning the skies.

Wherever you like:
bed, floor, kitchen
sofa, chair, showers
car, park, beach
or under a tree,
I will be making love to you.

Don’t be silly, tell me
how would you like:
top, under, sides,
straddling, sliding
legs on legs, lips on lips,
holding tight, breathing fast
Oh yes, breathing fast, aye, aye
I will be making love to you

Day and night.

post coitus:
Wherever, whenever, my darling,
but not on a tree.
My friend, too much into
practicing, tried it once,
and while the storms were gathering,
and the lightning was about to strike,
his sliding slipped sending him
down to the ground from the tree limb,
his member unhurt but fracturing a limb.
Thank Jesus, he was a Christian.

Monday morning, he came
to his office, limping
with crutches under armpits.
Good morning, Charlie,
what happened? I said.
"It was your damned book
of Kamasutra I tried
reading on the weekend," he said.

A disastrous coitus interruptus.
We both burst into laughing.