Sex or Love, a poetic thought

Sex or Love
by Mocha Sistah


Pieces of his soul
are accessible.
Like a dark pyramid she searches
for something that can't be found
but he is a clever thief who wants
her sweetness
but offers blank scraps
of her life.
Meanwhile, he is uncut
and he disappears into
the existence
into oblivion.


What is funny is that he
offers his body as a living sacrifice
a breathing temple that offers
succulent orgasmic delights
these periodic moments of lust
drops in her mouth momentarily
for sparks of time


But his heart has a crust on it
It is solid, nothing pierces its foundation
and to this casual queen
he gives nothing
but sexual itches
that shit ends quickly enough


There's an assumption because the
luscious core has been massaged that
true love exists
however only a desirous seed has been planted


No sense in getting upset
all that has been done is investment of
tasty tongues on short assignment.
Soft moments that will dissipate at the end
of explosive minutes


The body tingles
The heart hurts
The core is torn


Tenderness is not considered
One prays she retains her self worth
and understands while it may be good sex
it ain't love.


He is in his outside zone
covered in a woody foundation
and her love may fall on deaf earts
and an empty shell of a soul


She must understand the position
she has placed herself in
and act accordingly.


(c) 2016 by Mocha Sistah