Al Qabri Ramos

Auguste Rodin, The Kiss

 Quid pro quo

 From desire and passion 

I did not choose

They came together to meet us. 

Physics and chemistry ah! 

Order in chaos

You called it a piece of the puzzle,

the perfect fit of libido and heart.

At times she insinuated 

herself as loving and tender

and others, wanton and luxuriant,

Don't make a choice between them, 

follow your horniness.

Between my legs and your torso

Your tongue and my neck, 

there was no convention

except for my groans, 

which you still call poetry today.

In us, complicity is fire of artifice

My skin thanks you for your prose, 

There is no place for quid pro quos.