Slippery
And seductive.
Few of us talk about it.
kept behind closed doors
Good Samaritans do not practise them.
Yet the fare of trade for whores.
It’s our most basic instinct.
We pretend it doesn’t exist.
It’s always on our minds.
Top of the favourites list.
It’s ecstasy in motion.
A feeling unsurpassed
The ultimate intimate moment
Yet far too sweet to last.
A carpet ride to heaven
A prince and a princess
Nothing left to hide
When you both undress.
Some can’t do without it.
It’s more than procreation.
The fire lurking in our loins
The spark that lights the nation.
Chemistry is the requirement.
Without it doesn’t work.
It lies in the subconscious.
Joy beyond afflictions lurks.
It’s slippery and seductive.
And bound to satisfy.
If you haven’t done it recently
Why not give sex a try?
©
David Rudder
2024
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
