sex…cant be described in words
because its a feeling
like Marvin Gaye sang
my body needs that sexual healing
without being touched with hands
still magnolia
for every question
“it’s” the response
sweat dripping with juices only our bodies can produce
the good, bad, and ugly
truth
displayed in every moan and every motion
“its” the response
if the best is saved for last
then my last is all gone
because sex turns to making love
and making love becomes my bodies new home
“its” no longer my response
but a statement