Is this a goal for me?
Sex is inconvenient. You put a finger here,
something else there, then you want that here and this there,
but now, not later. It’s quite urgent you see. The moment might pass,
a loss of momentum is detrimental. We may never recover.
We may start to think of our faces.
You rearrange bodies in unruly patterns, you could get a cramp.
Again, again, you change, must reinvent, not to be a bore.
Put Life on a mini hold while you search for the illusive. After (never during)
You think of shopping.
Was it a minute? An hour? No one remembers but we count,
Was timing wrong, too slow or fast? and the eternal question of where;
Prominent, sometimes even titillating.
Time and space: a physical arrangement.
A saga of an inconvenient smut. Potential ghastly consequences.
Best forget the whole thing, and go and have some tea.