Embrace Me

Embrace Me

Embrace me.
Or just hold me.
Ah, just grab my hard cock.
As I hold you,
Or just play with your breasts.

Embracing is all encompassing.
Holding is less so.
But we get distracted,
With fondling.

Sex is spiritual.
A possibility
Of divine-like creation.

But we play at it.
Play with it.
We fiddle about.
It is a sport,
Exercise at best.
A competition mostly.

It is an instinct
That we have debased.
Instead of elevating.

Taking it (literally sometimes),
At the lowest common denominator.
We make it one sided,
Not relational.
Often just, transactional.

I can embrace you
And support you.
Hold you together.
Hold you up.

I can grab you
And use you.
Steal you,
And make you feel,
Mistakenly, secure.
But only kept,
Not protected.

What is it
That makes the difference
Between cultivating development?
Between capturing and cultivating?
Between loving and lusting?