Unsayable Experience

With deprivation of the senses comes
Experience that I cannot describe  
In words, for my submissive space just plumbs  
New depths, while reaching heights that will survive,  
Like works of art or cultural icons,  
But even more unsayable than these;  
And if, throughout a life, one fucks and longs  
For sensual bliss, I'll seize chances to please,  
Transitory though these may be; of course,  
They stay mysterious; yet, they exist  
In my mind for an eon, as the source  
Of all desire: the context, but no cure  
For deprivation that will long endure.