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Whether Pure or Not
Within her dwells a diary of grief.
Notes of loves lost, or those missed along the way.
I knew nothing of that. When we kissed, I felt her spirit give birth to flesh.
Ah, the joy of human touch!
Through her wet eyes, I saw her young soul’s sweet longing,
as if desiring my spirit. Could such strong feelings be pure?
Not likely, but if our first desires are only of the flesh,
then these tools of pleasure might be portals to new depths of love,
or not.
We can only know by entering.
We embrace and smile, feeling each other's warmth.
It is a joyful thing to be desired by another. It is enough.
But her young moist eyes seem to say,
“We must act now on our desires, whether pure or not.”
Notes of loves lost, or those missed along the way.
I knew nothing of that. When we kissed, I felt her spirit give birth to flesh.
Ah, the joy of human touch!
Through her wet eyes, I saw her young soul’s sweet longing,
as if desiring my spirit. Could such strong feelings be pure?
Not likely, but if our first desires are only of the flesh,
then these tools of pleasure might be portals to new depths of love,
or not.
We can only know by entering.
We embrace and smile, feeling each other's warmth.
It is a joyful thing to be desired by another. It is enough.
But her young moist eyes seem to say,
“We must act now on our desires, whether pure or not.”
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