On Sex

Often the most intimate moments are those that hold the least intimate acts

Because our flaws are uncensored in the undressing

But it is in the dressing of our disguises in silence that our insecurities scream

So copulate with whom you so desire

But know that the act shares nothing more in common than the scribbles on this page

If it has nothing beneath the letters of s-e-x

For an act without purpose is meaningless

Thus, put meaning into the words that you cast into the open

Without it, the voice gets muffled into noise.

Put passion into the art your hands create

Without it, the masterpiece is nothing but a picture.

Put effort into the work your sweat become a result of

Without it, the energy exerted go unnoticed.

Put deadlines on the dreams you’re too scared to make reality

Without it, the aspirations are nothing but a fantasy.

Share with your partner that fornication is not a mere action.

So the time is not spent in trepidation or hesitation

For a minute wasted on either is a minute used in depredation.

Because when you love mutually

And relinquish yourself in another emotionally

The pleasures will follow physically.

For love is what you make not what you do.