sillybodyparts

I am above this silliness

I remember the secretions
The stickiness�the smells
The tastes� the sounds
The sweat� the helplessness
That followed the Afterwards

Why would some people spend
Their energies� their minds�
Their lives� their souls� in
Pursuit of Body-part touching

I remember from childhood
The giggling� the awe
The shocks� the silences

And later when my Body-parts
And touching other's Body-parts
Virtually dominated everybody's
Waking days�
(and frequently their dreams)
I still remember the time when
The secretion exchanges began

Everyone said you had to do it�
You needed to do it�
You deserved to do it
And so finally� you did it

And mostly it felt nice
There was some physical
Awkwardness... it takes time
To learn... and we felt kewl
For doing it

And we touched everyone's
Body-parts we could�
That was the Mission
The Goal�
Our cultural imperative

And once in a very rare while
You would touch a person�
What seemed to be their Soul�
Not just their Body-parts

That was a strange feeling
It almost made the secretions
Feel more pleasurable�
But soul touching was a
Deviation from The Plan

The more Body-parts we
Touched� the more esteem
We garnered from Self� from
Others� Body-part touchers
Were kewl� adventuresome
Fearless� achievers
Conquerors
Capturers
Possessors

I knew this outwardly�
But sometimes inwardly
I questioned the Goal�
And the Means to achieve it

Tell them what they want to
Hear� allay their anxieties
Re-affirm their Value� and
Vice versa�
It was so very easy
First came the fluids exchange
Then the insertions� the
Secretions� then the Afterwards

And over the years the
Secretions could fill buckets
And buckets� and the
Afterwards seemed to
Fill all of Time

And once in a very rare while
You would touch a person�
What seemed to be their soul
Not just their Body-parts
And often that was frightening

And finally� over the years
The exercise seemed just silly
And the others' reinforcement
And praise didn't matter any
Longer� many of the others
Also said the pursuit now
Seemed silly to them as well

So the conquerings� and the
Quests diminished
And the secretion exchanges
Diminished
There was no further need�
No desire for Body-part touching
There would be no more stage
The performers were retiring

I am above this silliness

I remember the secretions
The stickiness� the smells
The tastes� the sounds
The sweat� the helplessness
That followed Afterwards

It might be nice to touch more
Persons� touch their souls�
But the occurrence was so
Rare� that too much energy
Would be consumed in the
Pursuit

I am above this silliness