Sex Poem by Benjamin Wiche

Sex is blind
It goes with the phrase love-making
A title it hides behind
Seen as the moral justification for love
But its not love

Sex is called fun
Birthed with uncontrollable desires
Not easy to go off once turned on
A drive that has no limit
An instinctual habit

Sex is a lesson
Imparting the knowledge of bonding
Not misunderstood even in testing
It explains sowing and reaping
In blessing or weeping

Sex is cruel
It gives a short term pleasure
And the flame of intimacy it fuel
A carnal knowledge with no order
Essential for existence to move further

Bensuress