Sex

By Eric Y. Theriault

Sex;
a word quite misunderstood;
it is not love,
but done to that one you love;
to many it means nothing;
to others it means forever;
to others it means love;
but to me,
it means something,
but I cannot explain it.
I want you to be here forever.
but it is not because of sex;
but rather because I love you.
I suppose it means togetherness,
in a way that we are alone,
but other things do this also.
I love you;
and I don't want you to think;
that this is my way to show you;
my way to show you, is by materials
writings, music, and more.
I love you not for sex
but because of who you are inside.
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