I haven't fucked in a while

[ISawASpaceship]

so full of grace
is the swing of her gait
that my hairs lift gently
to meet the air
behind my nape.

so bright is her smile
that all the mountains rise
to see the shine
of the gaze in her eyes.

Well, the title of the poem certainly gives an image of what's on the poet's mind. Well then.