What be sexuality but bodies
twisted celestial from ecstasy
so unreleased, agonizing, unspent,
buttressing
All made to surface
giving rise to outbursts
of most fierce nature
in actions primitive
or elevated of humanity
Sexuality be generous hands
reaching out for zones
of erogenous kind all to create
but extreme sensations
surpassing all reason
be it season that might
Sexuality in flight of height
she delivers novelty and virtue
to soul which be whole
of delicacy yet in ye
be lack of worship
for shall it be constraint
to take weakness of soul over flesh
Love be it of necessity
ingredient required
by those engaging
in acts of sexuality
as two via stroking
caress of finger or
tongue arrive at
carnality’s gate to open
Shall desire and lust be
considered mere if not
in the society of
sentimental emotion
oh, why be it so?
For does not sexuality
elevate spirit to what be
bliss of purity
as to find not rival
in entity other yet
it be for some but
result of love as mean
to an end never she
for her own
This be still ponder
we can for rationale
corporal attraction of
seeking admiration
in face or curves
should come in result
of love deemed higher in fiber
For in faith I have it be
contained how sexuality
needeth but itself to climax
in spending energy
for adoration but to flesh
in shape visible to eye
not of depth beyond
My name is Gianni Truvianni, I am an author who writes with the simple aim of sharing his ideas, thoughts and so much more of what I am with those who are interested in perhaps reading something new. I also am the author of the book entitled “New York’s Opera Society” which is now available on Amazon.
My name is Gianni Truvian

