my party....not for the fainthearted

if to my party u were to come
a place a space to be shared by some
my mind be a menagerie of the different
and thus picky as to the company, quite ambivalent.

for few know how to be erotically free
rather the sensuality than the sexuality see
it be all in the play and the touch and the look
by the anticipation of what could be, ones sanity shook. 

 for the heart to be erratic before one even touches
and once that hedonistic pleasure your mind clutches
then what is to follow is a total drowning
in kisses and lustful nuances the pleasure compounding.

to know to stand so close to one another
to inhale the scent of the other, ones desire lather
to allow a painful throb to pound in ones groin
yet not participating in the unity of two bodies to join.

the tease the pleasure in the torture of skin naked so close
how much more can ones sanity take before the overdose
and then to inhale with mind body and soul
and swallow with every thrust, every contraction every writhing...the other, whole.

aaaaah...my party....it not for the fainthearted
once attended a crazy insane sensual freedom imparted
the craving for another such night
a begging of the body to dabble in deeper delight.

RB.