Momus: 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