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Once the flesh has crossed the lips
we discard the seed within the core of the apple.
Within the wake of our loving breath
luring lust tugs at our kissing lips
beckoning softness around the fountain
as its spurns Life’s Sacred request
that life may not enter
above a woman’s breast -
nor proceed beyond the Adams Apple.
Grace beckons life to be warmed within
the longing and receptive womb
wherein Adam may release the lock
chained to womb and man’s pubic arch
to free the miraculous flow
of life to beget within pain’s ecstasy
drawing from within the marrow
a memory imbued into the seed to grow
to emerge facing downward as though
in Sacred reverence to its mother’s Sanctum.
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A thought for consideration. Yet with respect to reader’s perspectives and life choices
This poem can be considered a testing and indeed a research to opinions – both male and female.
It would not be considered negative should you disagree or feel this is too public to write about it.
I am testing the public reaction as I wish this to form part of other Universal thoughts that I wish to express in my life’s writings.
Unfortunately I cannot recall where I read these words, although I shared the opinion and knowledge for a long time;
“we live in a world where mothers drink their babies”
Please accept this poem with the utmost love and respect.
I ask support for his magnificent artist’s work as he portrays the sheer beauty of form and structure and the magnificence of the Angelic stature of the male body. It transcends into the realms of Life’s beautiful creation.
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