Isn't Sex The Most Beautiful Reason To Live? Poem by Arun Maji

if I have to fall in love again
I will.
if I have to destroy myself in hands of love again
I will.

why won't I?
is anything sweeter
than honey in women's lips?
is anything worthier
than fire in women's waist?

I pity those poor souls
who chant mantra whiling living in cave.
for they never took a dip
in sacred river within women's waist.
for they never tasted heavenly nectar
within petals of women's lips.

what is more sinful for a human
than telling himself the most obvious lie?
if sex is not the most ecstatic experience
for human;
then what else is it?
if sex is not the reason
to dream a woman, love a woman, kiss a woman;
then what else is it?

yet human tells himself lie
time and again.
yet human deprives himself
time and again.
why won't God damn human
to hell of suffering
for telling lies?

o my love,
let's forget what times it is
or how tired we are;
hold me close and tight,
and make most out of this night.

let's do it,
let's do it again and again
until we fall dead and tired,
and cease breathing again.

© Arun Maji