As I sit here and I wonder
What keeps me lurking here?
It pains my brain to ponder,
But it doesn’t mean that we are queer.

Most people have their problems,
They find them difficult to hide.
Others seemingly are awesome,
Keeping partners mostly tied.

One moment that is tempting,
When the swellings reached a peak.
Is the need to see her bending,
Memories then will be unique.

The moisture in addicting,
Swelling has to come down soon.
There is some mild restricting,
Two hands placed on a full moon.

Sometimes it can be women,
Others could be one of each.
Either way what they are after,
Is to have very shaky speech?

A momentary feeling,
When we see the stars break out.
Can send both sexes reeling,
Making either scream or shout.

See the sex is quite addicting,
It helps us all to have some fun.
If we could see what it’s depicting,
Would we really have begun?

Let’s throw away perceptions,
And be golden maybe bright.
There can never be conception,
Doesn’t matter if it’s tight.

So now you all are wondering,
Does this poem have a point?
There shouldn’t be any suffering,
Should we all just smoke a joint?

Some things are meant to open,
Worlds we never knew were there.
Let’s be careful with emotions,
I like peaches over pears.

I stumble and I fumble,
Need to end the message soon.
My addiction is the tunnel,
Let’s last till early afternoon.