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The Third trio BLOG TODAY PARDONEZ MY AUDACITY

1.There is nothing obscene in nudity,

There is nothing obscene in nudity,
If observed with a nude eye
We are all born in the nude
And
When we die
We are nude
And
That’s all the whole truth
In Hindu mythology
The gods and demons dance in heaven,
Is like thunder
And they too are in the nude
I think the dance is called Tandav
Though I’m not quite sure,
Like wise is the depiction
Of poem of yours

2.Brainless me!

Each human being has
Six cortexes
And
Einstein had seven,
That’s why his brain
They have still kept
And
Between Einstein and me
One thing that's common is
That I too have seven
Bit only the seventh works for me
Some cortex of every one has to
Remember this.
U r a Leo
Never will u give in
So now its Ur turns
To send me behind bars
To burn

3.
The Mind
You said it right it buddy
All sex originates,
Emanates and determinates,
Inside the mind's third eye
Hope you know it
Where it is...
In the forehead
Hidden beneath
As are the cortex
The desire,
The orgasm
And
Ejaculation
The mind alone does fathom

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Hmmm. Who knew that you know?

Indeed, in every sense of the word, sex is the energy of mental stimulation, copulation, and masturbation, however, it originates as a feeling that is seen by the naked third eye then translated into history. Or herstory...the Art of Balancing, Harmony.

Lovelyhoney.

~A

;-)

Of love
I am a sexologist, you now know it, ask me any questions and I shall tell no lies, as love alone lies between the thighs. Mental, is just an aberration, to create emotional revolution and as know of sex, I always recall my masters voice, ere he died.

Give me sex,
He said but I can't stand no more,
Just remember my life's experience for sure

Love lies between the thighs
And
That’s for sure,
I can make no love no more
And then he died...
He couldn’t endure!

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