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It’s In Our Nature

She, courageously
needing
her body revealing
to feel something hard, masculine, secure,
matched this way of thinking
by taking his body
without self-denial
“There”, she smiled
“It doesn’t matter who wears
the trousers, anymore”.
Undressed he answered
for a feminine gift
that here,
in the playground of desire
in the spirit of union,
the soul is sexless
but sex
is never soulless.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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