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.