There is no accounting
for taste, I believe Kant
came up with that.
Nor desire, I would add, as
by all accounts
my desire for you is way
beyond philosophy. No,
don't call me Doctor
when I'm naked. You,
I trust, know better
than me how to make
my body forget reason
and **** logic. Reversals
amid a hunger so
sweet we hum its tune
even as you reduce me
to the animal object of us.
My flesh quivers the way you like it.
And we come.