Sex

Sex can be fun
It can be a total abandonment of self
Fast and furious it builds like a roller coaster
Ending with a thrill that shakes the heart

Sex can be joy
A concentration of thought and deed
Slow and cautious it tantalizes to peak
A thrill of passion that never should end

Sex can be mean
Use by one as power to abuse the other
The purpose to show helplessness
And a disdain that hurts the heart

Sex can be lonely
When the body craves without satisfaction
Hands can glide and move with knowledge
But there’s no spirit with which to connect

Sex is touching
But not just bodies which rise and quiver
It’s the closest we ever reach another
To merge with them and be loved

I have had sex
In the real world and in the pretend
But it’s not the body’s pleasure I seek
It’s the love which gives me peace