by Gianni Truvianni

Created on: December 04, 2008   Last Updated: May 02, 2009

A poem about how sexuality is not enhanced by love of the inner being but requires only adoration of what be visible to the eye and its implications from within.

What be sexuality but bodies

twisted celestial from ecstasy

so unreleased, agonizing, unspent,

buttressing

All made to surface

giving rise to outbursts

of most fierce nature

in actions primitive

or elevated of humanity

Sexuality be generous hands

reaching out for zones

of erogenous kind all to create

but extreme sensations

surpassing all reason

be it season that might

Sexuality in flight of height

she delivers novelty and virtue

to soul which be whole

of delicacy yet in ye

be lack of worship

for shall it be constraint

to take weakness of soul over flesh

Love be it of necessity

ingredient required

by those engaging

in acts of sexuality

as two via stroking

caress of finger or

tongue arrive at

carnality's gate to open

Shall desire and lust be

considered mere if not

in the society of

sentimental emotion

oh, why be it so?

For does not sexuality

elevate spirit to what be

bliss of purity

as to find not rival

in entity other yet

it be for some but

result of love as mean

to an end never she

for her own

This be still ponder

we can for rationale

corporal attraction of

seeking admiration

in face or curves

should come in result

of love deemed higher in fiber

For in faith I have it be

contained how sexuality

needeth but itself to climax

in spending energy

for adoration but to flesh

in shape visible to eye

not of depth beyond

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