Much Like The Naturalness Of Making Love Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

How often do I write?

Daily...
Day and night.

Where do I get such an appetite.

It has been with me most of my life.
It is something love,
Much more than a choice...
Between things I 'like'.

It is a craving I can't explain.
Done for so long...
It is something I do that belongs.

Much like the naturalness of making love!
But when I write,
There is a stimulation that remains.
With an excitement...
I can without climax,
Sustain for hours and prolong!