Death

of the Freudian brothers I must say I prefer intercourse wild agonizingly hot sex lovers dangling on the edge of bed intellectual stimulation at ********’ beckoning a ride into near oblivious bliss crescendo climax culmination recovery but at the end of what is called life the moribund cannot chose and smell of physical loving may turn distant all I ask is for a peaceful good bye a last holding of hands the promise of memories last recall of pheromones and letting go nothingness is highly underrated