Beauty beyond the immediate touch
The shadows of biology haunt
Sweaty bodies smelling with aroma of love
For a few brief moments we had become slaves to our natures
Now with the aftermath fluids congeal and dry on once pristine
lives
We become tarnished and tainted by the search driven by primeval
needs
Yet to deny is to isolate
Becoming less than what we should be
what was wet now dry
Once what was hard now limp
Yet the deeper part still tries
Seeking, looking beyond animal needs
To the spiritual closeness that maybe, just maybe might happen one day
Beyond the games that fill so many lives
Seeking that can only come from love
Taking us to an
endless place of peace and beauty
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