Commercial Unicorn

My unicorn goes beyond any porn,
 able to make it 7 times, that popcorn.
 The mother of my unborn,
 perfectely tooting my horn.
 Our love like corona if it would be airborn,
 closed off in our hotelroom in the morn.
 I would be torn,
 loosing her next to me on the throne.
 Completely blown, by her moan,
 in the zone into the unknown,
 body parts grown, like stone,
 together sown, thrown bone groan.