At the pinnacle
When lust abates
And life courses through
Every single cell of your body
Air tickles your skin
You bask in the afterglow
Of the strain
But your nerves are relaxing
Your muscles flexing
Your body celebrating as one
As a whole
As a being fully aware
Of its potency
Its drive for fulfillment
Its penchant for winning
Its perpetual gamble
With this oddity called existence
That serves no rational purpose
Except in uniting of things
Then separating them
Only to come together again
In relinquishment


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