When is sex a sin, never unless it’s rape. Unless it’s taken. Unless it’s not given. And unless it’s not tender. Isn’t that most of the time. I’ve made sex a lot, rarely made love. And it seems that it is always tender but whoosh somethin happens and we’re back to wantin. Where’s the tenderness that makes it linger and seem well right, but all we need? That’s what I’m lookin for and I had it in a dream. Where a man touched and it was tender and not overwhelmingly what he needed, but what we both sought, not as in search but in the ancient means of purtuiting. That’s instinct with gravity and lots of knowing, forethought as to well we know each other and I’d like to and it hurts no one so let’s. And doing it brought forth love and lots of tinebre, that’s the texture of what was to come next. A marriage that lasted fifty years. What a dream.
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