Un(fucking)titled

Something simple about fucking,
Something savage and unreal
Lurking behind the natural feel
Of the tingling, sweating and sucking.

Something really isn’t there or maybe
Something is on its way
Or really, something I feel up and crawling
Down my back, something I say
Crawling into my brain,
Throughout each vein
And running away
With the motion
Of emotion
Until I am simply clay
in your hands…

Something simple about fucking
You.

I say it’s love.