Is it odd?

The startled shock of recognition
When we share our hidden ambition
Through the mind's erotic vision
Of consummating in exhibition.
Like some naked lovers plying
Love until it feels like dying.

But, oh, our bodies restitution
Following mutual orgasm conclusion
Strips away solitary illusion
That we cherish instead of fusion.
Like some beings unrequited,
Suddenly amazed to be delighted.