hush the blush
conditioned to adhere to a prudish code
when suddenly confronted we shy away
feeling debts to social etiquette are owed
but if winds of passion in heart make us sway
perhaps our subconscious we need to decode
that we stand erect both by night and by day
looking not at objects but their inner light
our tranquil heart pulsating with bliss delight
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