Primal engine
kicks in,
overrides
husband, wife,
the vows we call civilization.
We made the words.
Desire never learned them.
It goes straight to the core…
sweeps aside duty
without a thought,
a narcotic surge
flooding the self
you buried
to stay good.
Fat, beige, background…
I was furniture.
Then leather, foreground…
suddenly visible.
Treated better by all.
Not virtue.
Just animal eyes
finally waking.
One woman…
older, sensual, powerful.
Years I burned
unseen by her.
Then two seconds
walking past.
Her eyes:
warm, certain.
Her gaze touched me…
slow, deliberate…
tracing the outline
of a thought she nearly loosed.
The room dimmed at the edges.
My body turned
toward her heat,
sunflower to sun.
No words.
Just a shared inhale
and the quiet, wicked promise
of yes.
A glimpse…
what we’d be
if unbound.
Shadow of pleasure.
Edge of a smile.
Enough.
We held it…
silent permission,
brief knowledge
of what bodies answer
before the mind
remembers its lines.
Animal response.
Can’t stop it.
The drug doesn’t ask permission.
It just floods.
Ego.
Lust.
The engine
that drives us
whether we admit it
or not.
- UpsilonA