Making Love

Making Love ??? Does it come from the heart ?, from a need ?, to create. Is it biological ?, psychological ?, this desire to fornicate. Is it Mother Natures, need to procreate, to perpetuate ? Or is it man’s desire to feed Mother Vagina, to saturate ? Could Love, be a deep seated desire ?, to set the heart – lonely, a lone – on fire ? Is Love, the gardeners need to plant a seed ?, a wild child ?, that may become a bad weed. The need – regardless – to feel is to love. Making Love ??? Is all we overlook ?, tolerate ?, or rise above. Soaring with the angels, flying with the doves, reaching in, touching with tender, kid gloves no matter the pain that tells of past, lost, Love’s. B. J. “A” 2 June 7th 2004