In a moment of extasy he plunges deep into her atlantis
In hopes to find remains of a lost civilization of her pastWondering what they felt once upon a time between her thighsSearching slowly making sure he wouldnt miss a stroke by swimming too fastIn 90 degree weather hes as cold as antarticaOnly showing emotion when hes strokin warmed by the flesh of a womanA feeling so good he couldnt notice the painIn his chest, with no regrets..he expects good sex to numb itFirst kiss to her lips, imagining hes kissed her millions of times beforeAnd that he wakes up in her arms every morningHoping to see his soul in an assortment of eyes..but never sees nothingSo on his heart layers of ice begins formingHe climaxes his frustration Releasing sweet moans and whimpersHis pride wont let him cry, so he ejaculates his demise in her open mouthThen rolling over holding her close wondering if this one would mean foreverOr when (if ever) his forever would be found