If

If everytime I fully disclosed
what thoughts of you do to me
you might get tired of the primitive longings
suggesting I go bark up a tree?

If you were here in attendance
as images dominate my sordid brain
one conclusion would be fashioned quickly
evidence throbbing calling for you to drain?

If you were in earshot so late at night
with the space unoccupied in my bed
do I dream in thinking that my sex life
would be called anything except dead?

If you gave consent to intimate touching
could be vary speeds, positions, and such
a tryst so satisfying that we remove the need for lunch?

If my loaded love rod were in you
would nasty utterances come from your lips
consumed with the friction in bonding
what is deposited between your hips?

If we expressed torrid human longings
would it be incentive when hours are lonely
to look me up even if just to talk
knowing satisfaction can be found in one only?