We can discuss sex

until the sheep comes home

in and out of context

even over the telephone

But what is achieved?

Maybe, the thrill of masturbation,

spilt on the sniveling sleeve

and produced in dire isolation

We can boast of dexterity

display a terrific looking body

and role play,

in provocative entrée

Then what?

Another hustle on the trot...

A smile of satisfaction

to a token destination

Love making in my opinion

is about the romantic education

The time and measured preparation

devoted to productive stimulation

It's about a responsible touch

to satisfy a yearning itch

of very slow moving hips

being eclipsed

Legs on shoulders, eye contact,

under covers, legs wrapped

around a gliding torso

gaining momentous flow

It's about entry and exit

a playful tease at the tip

familiar noises in the background

and then, sweeter things to cum.