Not fucking

Not about sticking this inside of you

To substitute these acts

To prop up and sustain notions about

Who I am, not a failing masculinity that

Needs and proves relentless unsatisfied

Rub dick raw, useless detached paradox

Simple orgasm beat off

A preoccupation with this predicated upon

The untenable and flawed nature of such an approach

Brings us back to repeat the same dead motions

With you I’ve found a space and receptivity

To transcend ego stimuli, instead to feed and heal

Expose vulnerable to share of this work in progress

You push me, show me, blending energies

Thirsty to be perceived, palpable we’re inching in

Aligning bringing balance ringing silent back arches

Eyes lock, reminds me to breathe, sympathetic harmony and waves rolling generates a spiritual place we inhabit, you grace me, trace me, turn and face me, envelop and bend stretching reach me, teach me

To worship you to bow to the goddess to stand unashamed, to serve and find release the lover the other the fulcrum the lever, how I feel you trembling and the electricity deep buried gentle tingling tiny circles tongue slides, these battered and splintered hands, 18 bloody wounds and your skin faintly flower like smooth flesh, life mystery, delicious agony, measure of purity

The natural and innate beauty and power I want to reflect back send spiraling up explosions the little deaths shake away break away, bathed in light