desires that you can only tame to know

we are the watchers stirred to witness sex      

thrilled with sympathetic energy

which quickens in our breath

but other forces guide your bodily design

and moisten nether lips in unctuous flow

without correction

your cerebrum in muzzled

with sensations

you are coming with your mind aglow

in riot of desires you can only tame to know

and in the mellow ebb of truth you find

that passion's flight has left you
too
       behind

(quoted from Ivan Donn Carswell's poem)