Sex With You

I flow with inspirations of having u in bed, 
but I resent the feeling of the aftermath.

sex is just another excuse to release the anger
and frustration that the world has within us.
 But using that weapon will only bring harm 
to the ones that seek it.

You can confuse desire with  need and infatuation
with despair. But the way I make you feel when I
get on top of you infiltrates the soul like a beam
of light submerging from the clouds.

Think of the time when my eyes met yours and 
your heart stopped. The feeling of falling and 
never meeting the ground, thoughts that 
compose themselves without your recollection 
is always revealed in your dreams.

Hand grasp on the bed frame, body in motion 
sickness from the hard wave turbulence of the bed. 
your lips cloud like, swallowing my lips whole to its 
disappearance only to spit it out in precipitation.  

J.P.A.Domingos