Something short I made up for a friend:
Friction
The dark mattress contrasts with with warm, moist bodies,
Ergo passion, ego pleasure, the above and below mirrored in sin,
The subtlety of a knowing glance, eye-contact,
More than that, however; every motion meets its finish,
Panting, vision no-longer needed;
Seeing through hands, through other means,
Two and two meet and become four as energy builds,
A little pain, a little control, and little team-work.
The master and the mastered, free and freed,
Heat and force, friction and impulse,
Flesh and muscle contract and relax,
The curtains close and now we rest.