Sex Type Thing

Two bodies collide, and my mind frees itself, the pleasure grows, mounts, and fades

We couple and I tune far, far out.  I can see myself and her from above, but it is meaningless

I tune out far enough to touch my sub-conscious, far enough to feel a very real part of myself

A primal part satisfied in all its male tendencies by the act of copulation

A mental part relieved that I am accepted and acknowledged and appreciated

A metaphysical part fulfilled in a better understanding of my nature in such an unabashed and vulnerable state

In reverse order they fade, until slowly my primal nature takes hold and insists on ejaculation

Afterwards a brief estrogen rush to balance out

A return to rational thought

A desire to feed the addictions, food, nicotine, water

A cold rational recollection of the events just past

Thoughts of recent past eradicated

Back to square one, I hope she won’t ask me to explain

It is so very complicated, this sex type thing