why waste the moment?

why is it that one imagines words be necessary when the need be sensual.
unless the words be breathless whispers of tease
words hungering and pleading
nonsensical for they be staggered as arousal peaks and then... ebbs.
why steal the concentration from touching hands, lips melting into flesh soft
eyes drowning in pools of lusty darkness
deeper and deeper to fall and beg
for complete captivation of sanity and reason.
to quench that thirst of muskiness tasted between thighs
milky soft and yielding....a drinking and swallowing of wet pleasure.
why be the need to excuse the unabashed unashamed disclosure
to expose and invite the other in
through sighs and groans
and moans so low in tone that one pleads to hear them louder.
how welcoming that release to arch and spread and kneel and thrust
toward a lover receiving, coaxing
riding.
a sweet sweat, a heady loss, a moment spent....yet harder than hard be that shaft
of a man plied and played with

....very few words spoken....yet....so much said.

a conversation that will never be completed...for it be a never ending story of words unsaid...RB.