Persistence of Sexual Desire (a poem)

Others desist,

but these bodies persist,

Or is it their minds,

that move move them so?

With insistent work and play,

expectations unallayed,

They flay desire

to make it work.

But it cries out

to them.

Moderation is on vacation,

and they take this pleasure cruise alone.

To the great ship, Desire.

their bodies and minds are bound.

.

We watch from a distance

we are

en

tranced,

we are

in

tow,

we are

in

trans

port,

too

oh.

oh.

.

there is

no

thing

left

be

hind

Paul Dolinsky, I do portraits in verse, erotic and non erotic. I have books for sale on Amazon and Lulu

honeybunnypie:

Did someone dye my hair black?

She’s my twin in the smile department.

And him….that body…the way he is smelling her hair…

oh.

Happy sex is my favorite kind!