a fan way of looking at sex |
JOY OF SEX How do you describe it? What make it so irresistible? What is there in the sight of A woman, her bulbous breast Calling forth with a cry to be devoured? How does sex feel? How does one feel as he sweats gallons? How does she feel as her Body softens and submits and let go? And feel free to receive And what joy is it in giving pleasure? As the race intensify and the final gate is seen And her eyes pop open wide And she stares like a holy imp Daring you to stop and she will kill you Pulling you down and making that moan And seeming so powerful then, so profound Her lips palpating, her breast bursting off Her virginal lips turning soupy And what is the joy in the toil As he crushes her and want with all his force To pull her in, like sly quick sand swallow her And yet surrender himself to her In an act of utter betrayal Of the selfish genes crying out for salvation In this state of utter confusion? What make her seem the ultimate, The best then, the Alfa god then? That she would ask to bite the ear off And he would deliriously wale “ay ay!” That she would cry: “I own you, I own you!” And in demented ecstasy, he hand over the dagger As the life-full penis slide in, why is the insane Need to pull out and the atrocious Urge to push in so simultaneous thus An act of surrender to the unknown T o a void full of unknown treasure Yet a void? Why is it tasteless Who can say, priest and nuns, exempted What is the joy of sex? |