It contracts, quizzes and kills
A centripetal force of a black hole
The peak of bliss where
death is blessed
The bondage of pungent pleasure
Of life rooted deep in earth
Sex keeps us duty bound
To move round and round
Around a centre
We are like ignorant children
Fond of same dolls and games
But never satisfied
That is why we can't fly
To a state beyond,
Can't climb to a height
Freed of all pressure
But we are born to be free
And lead all to freedom
Where one is complete in itsself
Where existence needs
no procreation.
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