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This Poem Is About Sex
Bare flesh
Searing to the touch
And of touching there is much
Soft brushings
Hard jerks
Falsely ferocious slaps
Desperate caresses
A little pain
Just for the pleasure of it
Breating harder than...you know
Purest intake
Even the lungs burn
Temporary denial
Or heated acceptance?
Well worth it anyway
The body is an instrument
What engrossing music it makes
In duet
Words strangled if spoken at all
Tongues of the inner fire
Licking
Emanating from the mouth
Lips that can't stay closed
(Perhaps if they're forced
Sweet pain again)
But their meaningless utterances
Carry great substance
'God' is suddenly a sexy word
'Like' never said
Intensity in the theroes
of Passion
Shit, Fuck, Cunt, Cock, Love
None of these are bad words
And lust's limited language
So, mmmm,
Effective
A running commentary of sorts
(Some even have the audience)
The most fun you can have
Without laughing
And with moaning
No matter how good your
Control
Eventually you let go
Just a little less soft
Or a little harder
Sometimes a lot harder
Even when it's a mistake
This part
Leaves no regrets
So when it's the right thing
With the right one
Its importance is clear
Just like your mind
Sex's Inebriation
