Inner emotions can be fiery wands at war.
What if we become one
with the self who knows no bounds?
When the voluptuous naked Renaissance woman
is turned away from him, he holds her closely.
Nude, he touches her head on----
Straight into her...Two bodies merged
are just a material physical need.
Lovers experience conflict...we create friction.
Stick and shoot
hot-air in battle.
Two people share joy when they hold hands
between a large throbbing golden-red heart.
When we point to our individual character, we can study
the only book we need to read.
Illuminated stories of wisdom can be revealed, when
we see each other bare.
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