When two bodies communicate without using words, the heart has no choice but to gallop like a happy stallion. When souls live secretly and quietly under the influence of some unusual intoxication, what is then left of the body, it has no say. All it can do is dance to the tune of mortality.

Some say a passion only expressed in words is not complete, love professed without a super great sex, is not different from a rich soup with no one to eat it.

Love making is an art, it is more than thrusting, there is something more to it than meets the eye. When two souls connect physically, they move and dance to the sweet rhythm of nature.

The mystery behind this sweet piece of carnal and mortal fulfilment is more than what words can depict.

When the body unites with each other, they are dancing to a melodious music, a music no mortal can resist. Heads begin to spin, like it’s under the authority of alcohol, the eyes remains focused so as not to lose sight of the prize. The more I think of this beauty and gift of life, the faster my heart beats. Only a feel of it can clear all doubt, confusion and mystery.

Sex is so powerful that it has made the mighty to fall flat on their faces, the one with no drop of carnal feeling, or crazy emotion has be flooded with rivers of desire, the holy is no more holy, what used to sacred is no more sacred, it has been defiled.

Now the stain and stench of carnality is what follows everyone’s trail. Few can hold their head up high; the body is now the sole administrator of hearts and souls.

Was sex created only for the singular purpose of procreation? Or was there anything extra attached to SEX beyond what we were made to believe and know