to lose myself

to lose myself in the moment, the touch of another
his breath that runs swiftly through my senses
the warmth from his chest against mine
the sweet softness of his reddened lips
I taste his desire as I run my lips though
his neck take his lobes in my mouth run
down the chest pecs softness of his belly
the small of his back offers yet more
the fuzz on his mounds enticing
through my body run bolts of lighting
and my manhood owned in my lover's body

II

to lose myself again, again in a
desires yet to happen
the scents sounds smells the mind conjures
the many dreams where the desired wanders in and out
to find myself frozen in the moment
tranced by waves of thoughts that break my will
the ghostly energy that ignites the nerves
and sends bolts of lighting to all my senses
my body responds and my mind wanders freely
in the realm of these waves of pleasure,
oblivious to time, place and reason

III

to lose myself to find myself again
facing the mirror, the haunting eyes
the shocking sensations that stimulate the brain
the forces beyond that which I can touch and feel and taste
the intangible tangible of the random patterns
the most primitive that can't be denied
the tie that binds beyond logic reason desires
to lose myself to myself and not see myself
to find the heart with my tombstone!