Holding Back

This feeling is a weakness.
Control? I’ve lost my mind-
while sensing excess pleasure
I watch myself confined.

I cower and consider,
aware and yet removed,
analysing actions,
admitting I am moved.

Living for the moment,
savouring each touch,
balancing sensation,
threatened by too much.

Emotion is a weakness,
I won’t trust chemistry.
While sinking in sensation
I cling to sanity…