Like generals
poring over a map

in World War 1(or 2)

our kisses
like little flags

advancing as they do

caress upon caress

attack
&
counter-attack

lines of resistance fall
as you are

taken
& then
retake

my unassailable
position

everything we do
suggesting coition.

You bring u0p
the big guns

attacking me
with full

frontal nudity

a barrage of
breasts...nipples...&

oh thanks
for that!

I stand up
to this assualt

pretty well
(considering)

but even I can see
I am

fighting a losing battle

& will have to
succumb to
your will

lying beside you now
(almost annihilated)

defeated yet
victorious

this
this the spoils

of war!

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/battle-of-the-sexes-2/