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
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