I peel our sheet back

to reveal your nakedness,

moon lit like Venus found

by Mars, his warlike heart stilled,

his sword put to loving use.

The sparse cover of your

mound offers no defense as

you roll to open your

unguarded thighs to the tender

charge of a single finger.

Dew of half waking

dreams, slick and sweet, precious

scented oil fuels my

lust and soothes my ache, fills

our room and brings you to me.

Mars' armor will rust

while Venus holds the scabbard

to his sword. Let me

now be Mars to your Venus,

pacified only by your love.