Our bodies are pleasured
in mechanical precision
spiral from bangs and pops
to a flatliner
The short lived happy hormones
are still
lingering in our minds
Our spirits have lost
their joyous sparks
in our world of
lack of
self expression
and
self love
Brilliant. Such is the the world of the capricious and the soulless.
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Thank you! I am glad it didn’t come across as being critical. 😊
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Not at all, Cassa.
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Can you explain to me…?
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In what particular would you like explanation? overall meaning or particular phase?
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Over all meaning…with context to title..
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This poem is about three layers: physical lust – mechanical sex; mind – happiness; spirit – joy. One of my friends complained about the quality of intimacy he experienced is mechanical sex which is neither satisfied nor meaningful to him.
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Oh ok..you mean the first layer physical he was not satisfied?
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Physical gratification is hardly satisfying, it works on the contrary because not is soulless and rather empty. It is like a quick fix, once it wares of needing another dose.
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Yeah …I do feel horny at times and crave for lust …
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understandable, human natural condition.
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Do you feel horny at times?
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it is inappropriate to converse in such manner.
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Extremely sorry
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Can we connect?
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You may contact me via the contact page for healthy discussion.
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Hmm ok..would love to connect share me link..
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