Sweet flesh is a thing of such beauty,
That any notion of something else lingers;
If any moment in time could frame a picture,
It would be when two flesh become as one.

Deep love mixes fresh and full of vitality,
It is the thing that all can sometimes see;
The everlasting force of life comes quickly,
As two can die flung helplessly upon the fire.

If for the sake of pinning what it truly is,
The intellectual ones will miss the grade;
Not of the concrete or the visibly seen without,
No reason as it's found deep buried in quicksand.

Our lips are meant to transfer what two souls give,
Unto each other's pounding hearts and body sweat;
Sweet flesh leaves those who crave it wanting more,
Until the satisfaction arrives with momentary cease.