orgasm a sweet battleground

what has become of a meeting

so brief yet deep

the night stayed awake

as lovers 

entwined on the bed of grass

under the stars

in a shuffle of unmade bed, grass land or sandy shores made battleground

pungent sticky mixture of sweat and tears

when blessings come in a form of drizzles

rediscovers the passion

of finding 

a new beginning

a new passion

the heart bleeds as tears soaked bodies in an embrace

soiled the catharsis of a woman humiliated by her primitive sexuality

the wild woman groans in pain as the man skinned her to her death

unforgiving, unfeeling, ruthless barbarian equal to her weakness

lost a battle without the chance of a fight

succumbs to the destroyer who chants the shadows of her soul

liberates herself as a virgin of pain from the assaults of a man as his helpless defense

the curse of not having the man, and for the man who cannot live with a woman 

the wanting is a ploy of endless pleasures of a man 

infatuated by the mundane and the moment of mortals

the risk of openness

dissolves the woman into nothingness

the act of opening her legs

has reconciled her

to the mother and the nurturer

the giver

that embraces the advances of a man

accepting the fears of a man

the ego of blame for not having erections

the pressure expected of the woman to satisfy the libido of a man

the vagina surrenders to the affectionate watery mouth 

sharp playful tongue teasing venus 

tracing her curves surrounding

the sacred mound

where the tower of clitoris 

erupts when the moon reach

its heavens and the ninth clouds

then the river of mucus

shall contain the life form

that swims to survive 

only when the woman

opens her fertile ground

in the clear fluid of magic fountain

the woman claims her territory

on top of a man

mounted like rider on a stallion

she cups and plays with the rise of the phallic icon

till the stream of liquid

washes away the last of his ego 

while the pineal gland dictates the genitals 

the man losts himself

wrestles with the weak arms

and pins her soft body 

so she moves no more

but only groans and moans

as helpless as the feather 

as hot as the sun 

willingly accepts the thundering thrusts

till a man fall on his knees

speaking in tongues 

now the battle 

is won

when lovers pulls and purrs like kittens

for what matters 

after the sweaty encounter

more than the exchange of fluids

is the exchange of hearts 

where souls touches the deepest part

that a penis and a vagina 

has never been before

after the conundrum of emotions

men go away, quiet, contained, distant

women questions, concerned, intimate

the female meows in the night like cats in heat

so in the morning they bloom like lilies with fresh dew drops

as the male tends them with love