Secks is wot draives us to du styoopid thingz.
Sex is also what drives us to wonder:
To amaze and be fine;
To sing out as in thine;
To resound like grand bells – but not ends.
If sex is so beautiful, why cannot it be right?
Why cannot it exist in my whirled?
Why cannot I just wake to a hug and a hold?
Supports my old soul?
Why must this thing wondrous be the preserve of the few?
Why cannot I find a you who lives entirely for true?
Why is it so hard for me to see my way through
To a life and a thrive that counters survive
And, with this fabulous sex given freely in fun,
Serves wildly and safely
To make this sad me feel alive?