Love is not sex. Only sex is sex.
Nor sex love
Love is a thing of the heart.
Sex is a thing of the loins.
Sometimes these entities co-incide
Sometimes not.
You decide,
Baby.
Sometimes they need to be pried apart
These two entities, these
Lest each gut out each.
Sometimes they need to be rolled in one
Just for fun
And sometimes not.
You decide,
Baby.
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