Within Mortal Reach
The one emotion God asks of us is love;
nothing is of equal value or above.
And yet, lust has corrupted it with half-lies,
until its purity's hard to recognize.
Reality is oft difficult to bear,
expecting love, only to find it isn't there.
And yet, trust allows souls to be less leery
of lonely hearts feeling frightened and weary.
Awkward giggles and whispers somehow suffice
in expressing feelings designed to entice.
And should that someone profess to care for you,
it makes a world of difference; if it's true.
Kisses tease and tantalize the libido,
and the heat of passion negates doubt's veto.
For intimate caresses, rouse flaming hearts
as anxieties subside; and fear departs.
The sin of sex galls the preachers as they preach,
perplexed; God placed such bliss within mortal reach.
And two souls in uncensored exploration
feel their pulse rise, fueled by expectation.
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