When given license to explore
regions a man may only imagine,
when allowance a fingertip
might cause an unraveling passion,
there is little need for explanation,
only the source is a lovely fluid
motion, gives the senses reason
to entice that aspect of humanity,
will explosions enhance our climax.
There is a vague reality in the distinction
between love and sex. Where one
decides a motive is a self-driven
journey, another wishes only pleasure
to manifest itself in the eyes of a lover.
It is that deep delight when cast upon
our actions, when a touch, a twirl,
a slow methodical insertion can wake
that nirvana is delightful in presence.
Would that we might repeat ourselves
again, yes, once more, please, again, a
twilight response to evening’s reason.
Would that her desire begin to move,
as he himself feels this energy untapped.
Again, again, again, rest, taste, touch, breathe
a gasp will be suggestive in her eyes, his
draw to bring alive a new utterance,
a kiss, lips, alive we wish, please … again.