Sex 1 Poem by Ragy Sandid

It’s a thought that is underdeveloped
It keeps in store, it lurks, it waits
So that at one point it envelopes
The human mould in all state

It stands out, stares you in the face
It pokes by day, pushes at night
It sticks out from every single place
It reads out and signals with might

Then next comes inevitable submission
It’s time to think it, time to contemplate
Time to keep thinking more ambition
Time to set it out, hope it will escalate

The wait is over and some sort of blast
What time is it and where is it
It was meant to be something to last
Started in a hour and ended in a minute

Once the dream is over starts the nightmare
Its wait time again without anyone
The question remains same cold and bare
Nights share the question: Is there someone?