I want my palm to slalom
Down the creamy ski slope
Of your abdomen
My green fingers need
To garden the verdant strawberry bush
I want to gaze into
The Winter sunset of your eyes
To slither serpent like
Down the nakedness of Eve, tongue tasting
Passionate fruited surrender
Of your velvety, giving, soft flesh
I, Alex Cox, a lost wanderer in the mist
Wish to express my sincere lust
In the language which never deceives
A throbbing purple-headed erection, my sex
I want to feel you with all my senses
To smell the subtle changes
Of your scented body
I want to know the tented universe
Of shared pheromone induced psychosis
I want to sex you yet more
Dive ever deeper into your sea
Wrap you in my tentacles
For us to reach the plateau
Of orgasmic pandemonium
Then, to rest in your safe harbor
And talk until the seagulls
Sing into the dawn of our duality
And the snow melts on holly leaves
Here, replete in our Christmas,
Needing no others to make us complete.
