Upon the Beds of Lesser Men
Upon the beds of lesser men,
the stain of use and measure tend
to be dismissed,
a kiss no deeper than reflecting self,
the flesh no meaning but
the gratification of moments, stolen.
And how must one feel,
when time just a piece of a lie revealed,
and pleasures a mere fantasy,
its depth a shallow field
of numbers, one after another,
where love is non-existent, smothered.
Never could I play this game,
without love pleasures are passing,
like a flame ignited then snuffed,
the smoke of release a meaningless wafting,
and what soul is imbued
with selfish acts of gratuity.
Delicate we of souls connect,
hearts of care and self bereft,
who love for it own sake,
and never take from another,
without been given in sharing,
held of worth and treasured.
Upon the beds of lesser men,
acts of fruitless abuse ensue,
and women caught within its view
are pawns of thoughtless narcissists,
who care not for hearts
just a piece of ass, to placate their empty lives.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Tony, this is a great piece. Your phrasing is so well written to portray what sex without love is – to just take for one’s own satisfaction is abuse of the heart, soul, mind and body. Compassion, connection, and love is so beautiful when it is from the heart and soul. To share, give and receive, is what love is. You are a kind, thoughtful, loving man, and only such can write this beauty. Beautiful work, my friend.
Much appreciated Phyllis, so pleased you enjoyed my thoughts. Take care.
Your last stanza summed it up for this male. Too many jump into the sack for simple pleasures, no love attached, just a quick fix of of temporary erections and excitement pleasures in the fray. The ones who boast of having so many, sex simply a fulfillment of their conquering, without second thought of who she is or feelings so attached, no, simple copulation for deepest pleasures. Woefully those who like zombies take to bed and fling their souls into lust and nothing more. A very poignant write my friend, but I got your drift. Bravo
Thanks Vincent, its not about morals that I object to, simple the fact that selfish minds dishonor the act while love can never be dishonored. Cheers!