When in midnight of life
What will you see?
Did you use your abilities
To be the person you wanted to be?
Ceaseless tenderness, beauty and grace
Is your name
The chaotic world is held firm and steady
Curls of golden hair streaming down oval face
Venus daintily ascended the shining sea
On a delicate oyster shellacked with lace
To have and to hold,
Sex is the source of life, pulsating with vigor
Sex is the culmination of life, sleeping in peace
Sex is the breath of life, the driving force
Sex is the desire of life, hunger ever increased