The Art of Sex

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Intimate and profound, a connection so deep,

The art of sex, where hearts and bodies meet.

A dance of desire, a symphony of touch,

In the realm of passion, emotions erupt.


Exploring each other, vulnerability unveiled,

With trust and communication, the anchors set sail.

A canvas of pleasure, sensations cascade,

In the art of sex, a journey is made.


Respect and consent, paramount they stand,

Two souls intertwining, hand in hand.

Physical and emotional, an intricate blend,

The art of sex, where boundaries mend.


Remember always, to treat with care,

The art of sex, a bond we share.

Celebrate love, in every embrace,

With open hearts, in a sacred space.


Burton D'poet

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