Hidden behind the veils of sinful pleasure,
Suppressed emotion that before was seen as a less than arbitrary existence.
Forced upon the hands of man uncountable times,
Bathes the notion of love with a murky mesh of nonsensical judgment.
Others opinions, stripping the pedals off the purity of love making.
Only until standing bare, does the physical body encapsulate all that is divine creation.
An attraction, a lust, a calling to experience more.
With another, one another, another lover and more.
The yearning passionate desire, accepted by the present moment.
The observer to your thoughts along with your actions and your wants.
A lingering intrigue of passionate foreplay,
followed by endless calls for the indoctrination of new sensual desire.
Playful and arousing.
Candid and euphoric.
All encompassing bliss that is awakening, aware, and applied to the beat of a heart under the bed sheets.
Intimacy is a gift. A relinquished quest of pleasurable existence.
To be entranced, enjoyed and wooed.
Forever yearning, forever wanting that initial communion to forever intertwine naked bodies into present oneness.
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