on top and in control of the situation

on top of my world
you are in control of our situation
you let your long hair flow
in the canals of my chest
where our nipples meet
and burst into
an explosion of silence

i go inside your heart
tasting the slime of love
the salt of your intellectual juices
dripping to my lips
entering my mouth
and playing with my tongue

i pretend that you are in control
of this situation
you run wild like a gazelle on the
the African hills
you plunge like a catfish on the
river of desire
you wriggle like a snake
leaving the marks
of subjugation in my memories.