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    Please, state clearly…what you mean, without ambiguity;
    Oh, and cautiously, keep aloof to the affront of audacity.
    Tell yourself boldly, and include other instruction besides;
    Do it broadmindedly–encompass the eye to an open size.

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    Please, state clearly…what you mean, without ambiguity;
    Oh, and cautiously, keep aloof to the affront of audacity.
    Tell yourself boldly, and include other instruction besides;
    Do it broadmindedly–encompass the eye to an open size.

    There has been considerable doubt–put with conjecture,
    That beautiful subjects are aligned when ugly is not sure.
    Ugly should trail on the tail of things fraught with beauty;
    Oh, consequently assess that beauty isn’t sure of its duty.

    Once there was a tale of beauty in a continuous thought,
    That attracts what creative hormones obviously brought.
    The idea has certain merits–of an insurmountable concern,
    With a vital potential, that a thought could rightfully earn.

    This eager thought managed to emerge from its bondage;
    And to liberate as much derangement as it could manage.
    Hormones are allegedly a mind-set in conditions of taboo;
    Woo is a wonderful–ok, but don’t allow hormones to woo.

    Now, the thought mentioned a few flashy moments ago,
    Was awfully dumb, until smarter things taught him more.
    He was a vulnerable tot…to believe whatever he was told;
    With a victimized value…to imagine that ugliness is bold.

    A brazen unscrupulous jerk, who asserts that ugly is true,
    Will settle that same issue, and demand that beauty is too.
    Creation is as ugly, as it is beautiful, when put to a choice;
    A crying taboo will unnerve the strongest sense of a noise.

    You told it once–maybe twice as nice, that beauty is wrong;
    Where did ugly come from?…by way of the heavenly throng!
    Don’t be ugly with associate friends; keep your homrones still!
    Mommy!…quiet this beautiful brat, and give me that ugly pill.
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    Creation is the hope and dream of life;
    Original plan: units husband with a wife.
    Attraction is a beautiful trait–of female,
    To entice a hormone arousal–in the male.

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    Creation is the hope and dream of life;
    Original plan: units husband with a wife.
    Attraction is a beautiful trait–of female,
    To entice hormone arousal–in the male.

    Possess true-need in the unity of a girl;
    Add meaning to happiness in this world.
    There can be no complete satisfaction;
    Without love: life is a freaky creation.

    Look!…a beautiful lady seeks true love;
    Perhaps she caresses soft–like a dove.
    Her need can arouse a mental sex-trap,
    Where love finds purpose–in alive-map.

    Travel a lady…to the limits of her heart,
    As masculine hormone satisfy loving art.
    Beware! however, of a warning-paradox;
    Lust stalks love’s consummate sex-lock.

    Attraction is an art of this divine creation;
    Drawing both genders toward a sexfaction.
    Alas, dirt fills her sensation–with charisma;
    But, her sexy heart…is taken in a dilemma.

    Hidden with sex, is love’s temptation of lust;
    Yet, cherish her beauty; beware of the bust.
    Allurement is fraught with a constant charm,
    Which compels sex…with some social alarm.

    Both sexes court the port of an evil design,
    Where this universal love walks a fine-line.
    A trapizone-irony, with the passion of love,
    Is when sex steps onto holy ground above.
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    Here lies man’s existence on good-ole earth;
    Pain defies this playground of taboo worth.
    Descending principles from beyond the veil,
    Protects virtue / value–pinned with a nail.

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    Here lies man’s existence on good-ole earth;
    Pain defies this playground of taboo worth.
    Descending principles from beyond the veil,
    Protects virtue / value–pinned with a nail.

    Irony describes truth in earth’s unexplainable;
    That! no fool dares reveal sex discreetables.
    An ironclad taboo secures this brave secret,
    Which lovers hide–with a resolve to keep it.

    Love openly emerges from our secret taboo;
    When all the world comes to know it is true.
    The heart bravely attracts the wooful lover,
    Submerging the taboo–beneath the covers.

    Obviously, the non-taboo is allergic to taboo,
    Cause, neither, nor, and both are screwy too.
    A heart is blue when the head desires to woo;
    And yet, red-and-green are judgements to do.

    Love wears a sexy blue–in a troubling heart;
    Though, a kind understanding is falling apart.
    A social taboo imposes on our normal desires,
    To cause an imbalance with a true found liar.

    Alas, love fills the head–with a heartattack;
    The victim escapes, and readily–turns back!
    The prophets of doom declare their warning:
    These lover’s taboo!..is extremely charming.

    Want!…is a pressing desire–to need a want!
    Love breaks the barrier, and wants the don’t.
    Perhaps sex needs a want, that needs taboo,
    ‘Cause love cannot realize what is finally true.
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    Normal creation is not a vice–to ordinary man,
    For a functional woman is essential to the plan.
    What think ye, people, of a pretty sexual twist?
    Will a beautiful woman compel a man into bliss?

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    Normal creation is not a vice–to ordinary man,
    For a functional woman is essential to the plan.
    What think ye, people, of a pretty sexual twist?
    Will a beautiful woman compel a man into bliss?

    If nature does not attract unity with the sexes,
    Who could explain compulsion–in sexual hexes?
    An off-colored thought…may be a smile-of-dirt,
    Descending from an intent–eventually, to hurt.

    It’s absurd to assume sex–without a thought,
    For marriage is a substance the heart brought.
    Male and female forms are different to the eye;
    Only naive children would ask for reasons why.

    Impulse!…must appeal to gynecological defense,
    And then, protest love’s heart across the fence.
    The physical body is designed for a formal unity,
    And depend upon productive laws of continuity.

    There’s a force which lies deep within the truth,
    When sexual inclinations deal some tragic spoof.
    Normal sense-of-human allurement…is ignored,
    Until the reality of Satan exposes an ugly porn.

    Man can not be a captive, and expect beauty,
    For addiction fails to concern a sense-of-duty.
    Beautiful sight–sees all, by not denying truth;
    But, ugly conceals sense–to force duty aloof.

    Don’t lie–to make porno images non-existent,
    For the truth will not cease to be confederate.
    The human heart longs for sensations–to feel;
    But, porno-realism can abuse, and burn to hell.

    Truth can not be annihilated, and remain pure;
    Birth organs were created by God–to be sure.
    When a human being descends the birth canal,
    Only beauty appears–when the child pops out.

    Attached to the purpose of this canal-of-wonder,
    Is an unrefined being, with thoughts–too blunder.
    Nevertheless, a combination of mother-and-child,
    Are equipped with reproductive tools–from God!

    Perception is a fixture–in rearranging imagination,
    Once the creation is treated by a porn-sensation.
    Images become permanently afixed–to the heart,
    So that, the wonder-of-man has a beautiful start.

    From the heart-of-the-universe, came the canal,
    While sexuality produces a human saga–to swell.
    Awareness will not leave man…between the legs,
    For education delivers him to his mother–to beg.

    Pornographic portrayal, betrays God’s human call;
    Patrons get a good start, and fall-back in a crawl.
    They can not behold the eyes of a mother’s need,
    As she pleads to see where life could rightly lead.

    Defiance imposes a true picture of concrete fact,
    For God’s comprehensive existence does not lack.
    Reality doesn’t cease, because someone is crazy;
    Nor will it detour around a narrow-mind–too lazy.

    Life is truth, and the birth-canal will always exist,
    For God’s creation-of-man…must! forever persist.
    Hold a sexual image as sacred evidence…so bold;
    And please, never annihilate purposes of the soul.
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    A mild deliberation puts a conflict on the table;
    For the most part, discussions are rather stable.
    Duly complications, in a heterosexual dominion,
    Find gentle self-doubts–with dubious opinion.

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    A mild deliberation puts a conflict on the table;
    For the most part, discussions are rather stable.
    Duly complications, in a heterosexual dominion,
    Find gentle self-doubts–with dubious opinion.

    Suddenly!…a disturbance dominates the scene;
    A vocal eruption astounds ethics–with demean.
    Sweet and congenial, though intentions may be;
    The blunt truth opens a mouth, that cannot see.

    The flabbergastic eruption, by a cute lil’ dimple,
    Overwhelms the personality quirk–like a pimple.
    An indescribeable prank, with a sizeable mouth;
    Undoubtedly, impresses hard critics–some how!

    An impelling urge to squeeze–this popper head,
    Stumbles over self-defensive words–to be said!
    Words form sentences…into paragraphs galore;
    But, a hodge-podge ascertion does much more.

    The mouth commences to expound–a surprize,
    So that written terms…refuse to draft such lies.
    A diplomatic speculation…defines Mister hodge,
    While a stressful counterpart attends Ms podge.

    To bite the tongue…is a heterogeneous distress,
    ‘Cause an external pressure spills a bloody mess.
    Raising the shield…to deflect this verbal attack,
    Only bounces gossip to throw the surprize back.

    More or less, the conflicts are to be unsolveable;
    For, who believes gender truth–is unbelievable?
    An obvious angle–to make this plain and simple:
    Pop this aggravation…like a personalized pimple.
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    Believe it, my sweet, cause…here I am;
    I came just for you; thank you, ma’am!
    Attraction is my good reason to be here;
    Maybe we talk and laugh and dry tears.

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    Believe it, my sweet, cause…here I am;
    I came just for you; thank you, ma’am!
    Attraction is my good reason to be here;
    Maybe we talk and laugh and dry tears.

    Time swiftly enters the timeless sphere,
    When company is contented to be here.
    Attraction is the hyper-state of desires,
    Which soon mellow–with a mutual pair.

    Eyes are evidence–of a sure sign given,
    That a vibrant mood bounces with living.
    Talking…also helps to attract a reason,
    That brings an invitation within season.

    You behold me right here–before you;
    Tell me, what is your intentions to do?
    Will you just stand there observing me,
    Allowing our desire to drift out-to-sea?

    Your veins carry blood…to get me high,
    Cause loving vibrations are in your eyes.
    Come closer to me, and warm my hand;
    There’s no reason to stop–being a man.

    What I’m missing is unbelieveably real,
    Which offers a charming heart appeal.
    To tell the truth, it can be mortal bliss,
    Because company truth…is a real kiss.

    So, hey!…will kisses stimulate sensibility,
    Where affection enhances responsibility?
    Memories fade…and replaced with time;
    One kiss transforms into something blind.
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