Sex and Love

Sex and Love,
there is no connection.

Moving pictures of crass people flash across our eyes,
and little girls see unhealthy angels wear the things,
they are supposed to long for.

I shove my tongue down your throat,
and our hands grip desperately at us,
hurting so much.

Sex,
how I wish to see your naked, boyish body,
while love rests against the bed post,
boasting her curves.

Sex and Love,
There is no connection.

Beloved Loveless
Great Poem. Loved it!

Dustin
excellent

hazem02
nice thoughts.. love and make love.. that what we should call..

Mike
All so true and so well said...

TheGoldenFleece
Wow, Kai I love it! Brave words but so true most of the times!