Sometimes love is sex...
And sometimes sex is love.
There'll be time enough for platonic god-love after we're dead.
While we have the sensual,
Let us enjoy it,
Unfettered by worries about true love or sin;
While we have the temporal,
Let us grab the brass ring and hold on tight,
For as long as fate will let us.
We were not meant to mortify the flesh
While we still breathe.
Ascetics are worse than fools.
© 2009 by Mark Andrew Holmes.