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Sex without love pleases the body,
Flesh against flesh and passion wild;
Sex without love pleases the senses,
Lips against lips and eyes beguiled.
Unfurls it does, dark and sensuous,
An erotic Iris watered with wanting;
Sings it does both joy and mourning,
Its lustful tone low and haunting.
It fills the mind with pleasure hot,
Covers the body with voltaic fleece;
But the Iris will smother and will die,
For sex without love is only release.
But sex with love is coital rapture,
Sweet and smooth like honey wine;
Sex with love is delight unbridled,
Soothing the soul with balm divine.
Uncoils it does, stark and glorious,
An Iris nurtured with care and light;
Brings it does utter contentment,
Its petals sated within the night.
It clouds the mind with lazy joy,
Grips the heart with steady fingers;
Mindless release, it can never last,
But sex with love, it always lingers.
| Excellent Job with this one|
Sadly I myself cannot easily relate because I am proud to admit I am still a 40 year old virgin (WELL GOING ON 40)
It has always been my belief that sex is solely for the purpose of bringing a new life into the world
I could never have it just for the sole purpose of being selfish and basically commiting murder by wasting what God gave us to further enhance the world with new life (I STRESS THIS IS ONLY MY OWN PERSONAL OPINION)
Great Job though
The rhyme scheme is excellent and this flows beautifully
Please if you get a chance Please take a look at some of my writes and let me know what you think
|| Posted on 2008-08-31 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ] || heh heh|
contradicting the ignorance of many with this one. not because we are in the act of being as humans, but because we are negligent.
sex nurtures and sex sates, each of which is appropriate in their own fashion, place and time, but at the same time, when sex is only passion by definition within our eyes we then allow in ignorance the death of all Seasons.
and all seasons are vernal in a sense, whether directly or in preparation of, so who are we to dictate or attempt to command such an unwilling force? for we were all created, and can never create, only imitate with the tools provided to us, even in childbirth...but that is what ran through my mind when reading this.
a bit off topic yes, but those were the thoughts invoked. i certainly enjoyed the vocabulary you displayed with this one. quite exuberant to say the least.
i hope i get the opportunity to read more of yours here in future.
|| Posted on 2008-08-31 00:00:00 | by Loquacious Mind | [ Reply to This ] |