Intellectuality woven into conversation
While sexuality lurks for an invitation
Scents filling the air
And sights foreseeing each other naked and bare
Breathing deeply of sensual craze
Sounds of unsatiated love to be made
Tomorrow will pass into uncomfortableness
Stumbling words and phrases from some numbness
What was that - had they not stopped to consider?
Mingling minds now with bodies - he cannot resist her.
Is it hopeless to think two cannot be friends?
Will the two seek smells and tastes of one another - or just pretend?
Intellectuality not ever interwoven into completeness
Nor shall she ever experience his gentle caress.
It was never love anyway
Only lonely minds from too many solo yesterdays.