joys of sex

JOY OF SEX
How do you describe it?
What make it so irresistible?
What is there in the sight of
A woman, her bulbous breast
Calling forth with a cry to be devoured?
How does sex feel?
How does one feel as he sweats gallons?
How does she feel as her
Body softens and submits and let go?
And feel free to receive
And what joy is it in giving pleasure?
As the race intensify and the final gate is seen
And her eyes pop open wide
And she stares like a holy imp
Daring you to stop and she will kill you
Pulling you down and making that moan
And seeming so powerful then, so profound
Her lips palpating, her breast bursting off
Her virginal lips turning soupy
And what is the joy in the toil
As he crushes her and want with all his force
To pull her in, like sly quick sand swallow her
And yet surrender himself to her
In an act of utter betrayal
Of the selfish genes crying out for salvation
In this state of utter confusion?
What make her seem the ultimate,
The best then, the Alfa god then?
That she would ask to bite the ear off
And he would deliriously wale “ay ay!”
That she would cry: “I own you, I own you!”
And in demented ecstasy, he hand over the dagger
As the life-full penis slide in, why is the insane
Need to pull out and the atrocious
Urge to push in so simultaneous thus
An act of surrender to the unknown
T o a void full of unknown treasure
Yet a void?
Why is it tasteless
Who can say, priest and nuns, exempted
What is the joy of sex?