Spore

If sex were a place
I think sex would be space
I feel so frisky here
In the Thermosphere
You are my spore, my flower
My favourite meteor shower
Undo my Leonid Belt
As I begin to melt
The rocket penetrates
The air is thin but hot
We’re animals but not
If sex were a place
I think sex would be space
Newtonian S&M
No longer ties us down
As my ejaculate
Floats like pearls towards your face
We’re crossing Africa then Spain
We cross them sixteen times a day
If sex were a place
I think sex would be space…