Sensuality - Brian Culbertson



Over two years of restraint and my mind still insists
On dredging up archived imagery of those last heated trysts
When tense thighs twitched from the impassioned strain
Of intense climbs over and through lusts terrain

To the place
Where soft moans and deep sighs created
The soundtrack that played until passions abated
And my watchful eyes took in each scene
With covetous fascination

Only to later be replayed
…with a true voyeurs elation

Thoughts like these
Make moisture build
In anticipated preparation
Of that moment when restraint

Is no longer the inclination

Mmm…
….these thoughts

They come hard and heavy
And the night proves to be most austere
When repressed fixations run rampant
And the memories are crystal clear
Filled with the intense silence
Of moments
When I would draw him near
And let my eyes drift upward
To study his face

As I made him disappear

Sometimes it’s just so very hard…
Trying to keep the thoughts at bay
Like shoving square pegs into round holes
When they just aren’t made that way

It’s clearly part of my nature
To partake of the things
That I no longer do
And I’m certain that’s why my thoughts
Berate me soundly
Screaming
To thine own self be true

Still every bit as soft spoken
And just as reserved
As I’ve ever been

But much like a book
One can never tell
From outside
What lies within