Does Anyone Want to Fuck You

[There is forum in the Playground, which asks "Any Lit Members Want to Fuck You?" I am very comfortable with all language, but found this a bit jarring. After reading and thinking about it further, I created the following poem.]

fuck is usually such a pejorative word,
a few can make it sound hip, cool and sexy,
most fumble badly with using the word,
and sound vulgar, insensitive, and common.
and bring forth school yard feigned toughness.

others have delved into a mental sex.
and created all types of clichés,
and metaphoric expressions,
that almost always miss the mark.
as they sound too cute to have the passion of fucking.

does anyone want to fuck you?

I shyly raise my hand,
not knowing if such a response,
could compromise a budding friendship,
you turn sharply and look inquisitively,
as if to say – please do explain.

I have tasted the sweetness of your compassion,
I have felt the flowing gentleness of your spirit,
I have watched you open up widely,
I have seen kindness drip from your lips,
I have witnessed the raging love inside.

Yet I want more.

I want to unleash a fuller power with you,
more deeply penetrating the recesses of your being,
understanding that which is often misunderstood,
shedding light upon that which stood in darkness,
pushing much further into areas seldom explored

I want to flip over your sense of caution
and expose the backside of your being,
and pound away at the truth locked inside,
that many have been too busy to understand
because they were too occupied with their own gratification.

I want to look you in the eyes
and have you know that this night is different,
that your soul lies naked and exposed,
yet comforted by my presence,
and soothed by the warmth of intimacy

I want you to ride passionate on my soul,
taking more in than you knew you had capacity for,
being touched in places heretofore untouched,
screaming aloud and to yourself,
as the piercing logic delves even deeper into your being.

yes, my dear.
I want to fuck you.