Saturday eve...a goodnight nibbling thought.

what could it be that ticks away at ones mind
what is it that nibbles and nibbles to reason making one blind
a tortuous ache that throbs deep between ones thighs
an exterior cool, deceiving , that pang, though peace denies.

bodies that know to feed off each other gluttonous
time and existence, to reason they be oblivious
to find such that can a journey take, no matter what
in that heated moment of seeping, melting...all be forgot.

sweet dripping sweat , hair damp, eyes hazy,ones whole world ablaze
the existence of all else that knows to try pull one back to reality, a daze
for in a moment lost in the mind and body of another
a salivating desire to bring to climax the other.

to imagine a surrender complete and total in all respect
could one such an event forget , does it not have a lingering effect
does it not drive one to insane lusty fantastical imaginings
of much experienced and past happenings.

so is that what nibbles and like a bomb ticks
an imaging or is it an experience that needs a fix
whichever it be that unkindly knows one to torture
a willing surrender for the desire be, that emotion to recall and forever capture.

RB.