Hi to everybody...here's another one of my poems written a while back now...:)

Sex in Time

Sex, when we were young, was a passionate,
sweaty, energetic affair.
We rolled and moaned, entangled our bodies
in embraces from the Karma Sutra,
and gave and received love’s seminal fluids
as life poured forth its seed.

Our bodies were supple, our limbs smooth,
our energy boundless whenever
the urge to unite sent spasms of pleasure
to groins tight with desire.
Then velvet silk walls of pulsating flesh held firm
a rod which strained to please.

In time the passion eased, partly because of
fatigue and countless interruptions
from the fruit of the early couplings, and
the strain of sleep lost nights.
But, in the stolen moments when love made its
demands, sexual satisfaction was achieved.

Over the years general worries, physical
disease, combined with natural ageing,
have cause our bodies to no longer heave
with erotic expectation, but to take
a more gentle joy in pleasing one another,
and satisfying our mutual needs.

Who know when those needs will cease
to stir desire in either one of us,
but, while the fire can still be fanned and
passions rise like a phoenix from the ashes,
so will our bodies merge in sexual union
and, for a moment, pulsate as one.

******

Great big hugs to one and all...