I miss the times that I never experienced
The wild bodies, gyrating to a rhythm that penetrated their hips
And possessed their souls
Dripping with sweat whilst derrières are being grasped
Unashamed of their pleasure penetrating them as a whole
Waist moving to the beat like that of a snake, yet soft and inviting like the wings of a butterfly
A mating call ancient and beyond comprehension
Asking for a blessing from the Gods
And exalting their names as a rhythmic spirituality leads their feet to become one with the ground.
Like the clashing of worlds and meteors
Bodies meshed, bursting with the power of Universal creation
I miss the times I never had.