Number Crunching

you + me = ecstacy
and the division of us is impossible
as if zero was the denominator
the multiplication of our bodies
couldn't explain the exponential growth
that we have
when locked in a room with nothing but...
whip cream, rose petals, handcuffs, and a thirst for sex
your ass is like a bell-shaped curve
as you lay on the bed chest down
waiting for my normal distribution all across your x-axis
as i lick the back of your thighs
your back becomes arched like a parabola
as if u could reach and touch ur own toes
the infinite possibilities marks our sexcapades
just as my tongue does when it form figure 8's around ur breasts
oh let me count the ways
the ways to please you
stepping outside the parentheses
not caring if we add or multiply our bodies first
as long as my nature isn't subtracted from your equation
24 x 365 = 8,760
the number of hours i could spend trying to solve your problem
(add an extra 24 if it's a leap year)
your sine laid atop my cosine means constant tangebility
now all that's left is to calculate the orgasms...