when there be no logic

 when something deep begins to gnaw at all things erotically teasing
to feel oneself wanting to dip in activities of the mind and flesh pleasing
before a mirror to stand the mind toward an indulgence leaning
to have another present, with him exotic needs together unsheathing.

that incessant throb, that longing a pang forever increasing
no shame to feel in wanting to coitally ride him an unleashing
both of us in our rise and fall of bodies noisily heaving
a hardness thrusting a softness swallowing a rich creaming.

it be one of those that somehow there be no receding
the deeper the indulgence the greater need the seeking
in the moans the groan the grunts two lovers pleading
with the rise and fall of each bodily motion a peaking.

to each others mind and touch each conceding
to be the other rather than oneself succeeding
for in the surrender the other in oneself breathing
be the eventual release of self, all expectations exceeding.

RB.