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Making Love

You'd think that something so naturally
ordained, practiced as long as time itself,
requiring no teacher, granted as a gift
it takes no effort to acquire, - is a boon.

A gift? It's hardly free. Too often bought
in desperation, agnoies of anxiety,
with fear of loss, wonder at cost,
with bruise hard to heal.

Too often fails enticements' promise,
becomes a habit, pleasures one while
the other endures, submits with guilt,
(wonder why the romance lost its gloss)?