to fuck is human

there is sex all around
painted lips,
strings and lace strapped to a headless mannequin
who silently hopes you might buy her thong
next to a woman on a street corner
gartered up and waiting
seeking profit in her privacy
she says can distance
the body and mind when it comes to
strangers and sex
while the man who negotiates
her asking price,
goes home to a wife who loves him, boringly
and a daughter who will grow up to be
the doting girlfriend to a married man or the whore
who flashes her own parts for free,the pretty fawn
the fool

this is for the homo sapiens who see beauty
in their bodies and their sex
but natural is numbing
and all the ancients who came before
with their body paint , corsets,
loose flowing clothes easily ripped off,
can’t understand that 101 ways to please your partner
is 101 too few

publication titles offer up
guides to be better in bed or some new mental trickery for thinking
you already are
bras, panties, ribbed-for-her-pleasure condoms, objects
to engage, to enhance, to entice, but
somewhere is a woman trying on her lingerie
spotting the flaws in her breasts and her hips
her lover is wondering if he can last this time or
if nothing about him is long enough
while somewhere a woman is forced into something she didn’t want while
a man pays for something he can’t get
and somewhere a couple will make love
thinking the moment will last always
but if you give enough time to anything
you’ll realize
it won’t