"Surrealist Sexuality"
So sexually alive, horny, feeling, emotional
Drawn to something, an urge with every kind of being imaginable
It's driving me, pushing, pulling, twisting, flooding me
Feelings pumping, swelling, engorging, rising, gasping my breath, expanding my chest
Tingling everywhere on my body, sweltering surges, urges wanting to be purged
Maximum level of sexual awareness being accessed finally
Now pushing me to the rendezvous, crashing on the beach and pummeled
With wave after wave melding into the sand, rubs my skin, my desire raw
Burning, oozing, gasping for breath and wanting still more
To be engulfed with the pounding of waves, sensations of engulfing tides
Threatening to pull me into the vast depths that I am
Confronted, gasping for air, for control, and yet the feelings still come
Pushing me beyond the known into the dark waters
Hands reach for my shoulders and I feel the warmth of arms encircling my chest
As I'm pulled from the waters edge, up into the warm soft sand
Where someone known gently caresses my neck with soft wet kisses
Cool wind swirls ecstatic circles across the plains of my body
Limp exhausted voyager am I
Aground until the next tide, the next journey, with some spirited soul
Sherman R. Buck
May 15, 1995