The Sexual Cycle of Tape (Poem)

The sexuality of humanity is like a piece of tape.

Your existence occurs when your detached away from your creator,

As a piece of tape is being ripped off the roll,

Or as an umbilical cord is being cut from the placenta.

Your creator manifests the same being as you,

And gives you the gift of life to embrace your own individuality,

An individuality that is pure and wholesome,

One that is untouched and unblemished.

But it is in our essence to want to stick to something,

And it's our very nature to have these lustful desires.

Perhaps you give into your cravings and stick to something,

And that first thing that you use your fresh stickiness on,

Is the first thing that connects you at the most intimate level,

Although it's also the first thing to leave a mark of residue on you.

It's the first thing to take a piece of you,

By removing a part of your stickiness,

From your once intact being.

Perhaps you pursue more so into your lustful longings,

Sticking to all sorts of things.

But every time you depart from these objects,

Your collecting more transferred residue,

And loosing your once wholesome stickiness.

Some may think,

"A a piece of tape with more experience,

will have a better stickiness"

But let's be real,

No one wants to reuse a piece of tape,

That has essentially lost its stickiness,

Due to all the previous things it stuck to.

Keep your sexuality sacred,

And manifest your "stickiness" wisely.

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