Frenzied Friends

The manipulations held echoes
that we thought may haunt us for the rest of years,
and sometimes we cursed those hypersexual ways
that pulled us in pursuit
of the thrill that could lead to the calm

It took us down many paths
and we questioned the psychology of the desires
that rooted us in the quest for pleasure

Some of us were lead
through nefarious methods
to learn of our bodies
in a slap of shame,
hostile introductions
devoid of respect or adoration,
used to get others off
while being left
with sensations and guilt;
the imprint of confusion
swirling in heightened moments

But some were fortunate to find a tribe
and the promise of restoration possible
fucked away by the right guidance
the collective pain could dissipate

Under soft mouths and hands,
advancing only in request
to fill up the cracks
and pleasure the gaps

We allowed ourselves
to move within each other
sometimes two, sometimes four
our defiance of convention
discovered a therapy

Our surrender and sanity,
returned by the convulsions
mouths agape,
bucking against the motions
to purge ourselves of the darkness
in a series of orgasms

Our temples refreshed,
interlocked like that
in the patience of give and take
introduced to an altered state

The intensity of nerves
and the tastes and contours
among frenzied friends,
is a benefit to memory
that we all should attend.