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The pure beauty of our sex
And the alignment of our parts are only secondary
We love our sex, our expressive release out and onto
We enter into our sex
To offer our hearts, our souls, our delicate being
We love not only our sex, but love’s bridge into
Into our deepest hearts,
Where confessions rest freely, and sex is a pilot
Where confessions rest easily, into a sacred safety
And the alignment of our parts are only secondary
We love our sex, our expressive release out and onto
We enter into our sex
To offer our hearts, our souls, our delicate being
We love not only our sex, but love’s bridge into
Into our deepest hearts,
Where confessions rest freely, and sex is a pilot
Where confessions rest easily, into a sacred safety
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