One Untimate Priority

Breathing pulsing bouncing primping,
Looking for the perfect humping,
Sweating on the couch, the floor,
Fearing sounds heard thru the door.
Clutching at the hour, blood crashing.
Daring just this once, teeth gnashing.
Grinding lips and stroking hips,
Probing hollows, biting tips.
Gentle moans and softer suckings –
But poems can’t explain such fuckings.
Write it down? Throw out each version.
Leave not one record of perversion.

It’s bad enough you have to rape her.
Just never write it down on paper.