Modern Sex – the art & the science

Modern Sex

Sex as it applies to humans is mental most of the time and physical for about 5 minutes give or take procedures and techniques.
It’s no accident that drugs and sex are often aligned, since the desired outcomes are similarly euphoria.
Feeling good in an out of control way is exhilarating and it’s hard to avoid the allure of feeling good.
We should not punish ourselves for seeking pleasure.
We should manage our feelings instead.
More human beings are not having sex than are.
Even the most sexually active individuals find it difficult to interface at a personal physical level.
Nature has provided many mechanisms for living organisms to seek, find and copulate.
Mammals are among the simplest of organisms and macro-sex is a product of reproduction.
The urges to reproduce are conflated with sex by human beings.
It’s astounding to say so but knowledge of the birds and the bees in almost non-existent in human beings.
Human couples who wish to reproduce often just let it happen. Some of those who have to work at reproduction find it burdensome and UN-enjoyable.
Which category are you in?

First in a series by coral atlas

nam, a poem

nam

within a dream of many containing
mysterious swirling clouds remaining
a face that seemed familiar still yet
not one I knew that is until yet
I remembered a day so long ago then
twas an eternity if could be so then
then filled with sunlight my eyes were blinded much
of many good things at once reminded much
a spirit within my heart was awoken
and tho no words were ever spoken
to this moment I remember the thrill
of dreams untold I will fulfill
since then each night I lay to rest
wish those I love the very best
to await that dream which will someday come
when my wait will end and life begun
in dark blanket of night in silence rested
as somewhere within my soul is tested
what lies beyond the stars I see now
the vastness of life, just being me now
the end will come as time has told
we wait as weary thoughts grow older
each second awakes us then is no more way
each day passes quickly thru times door way
what lies beyond not one can tell us
what awaits unknown twill befall us
yet that long remembered moment is near
still always beyond my last dream I fear

coralights

the kiss

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cold noses in the winter kissed,
wet noses on your kitty too,

one must always kiss the lonely missed,
n’ pink shiny babies who are brandy new!

there’s kisses we all don’t often see,

yet they’re happening all round us n’ about,
when kissed we all oft’ squeal with glee,
at red lips all puckered when thrust out,

this poem’s ’bout a girl her name being Avery, 

at a place faraway on a white windy beach,
seagulls prancing n’ dancing as she walked alone daily,
twas little to do n’ no destination to reach,

n’ so on each day at the same time she walked,

her shoes off as the oceans spray tickled toe tips,
she spoke to herself as toes played with the sands,
tiny feet scribbling pictures that were ever so grand,

one day as she talked spoke a voice not her own ..,

looking up into eyes ocean blue .. with surprise, 
twas a boy much like her, taller tho with long hair,
startled n’ frightened “ooh my!” she replied,

his words were drowned out by the din of the ocean, 

from his lips all twas heard were the sea gulls loud cries,

what’s that Avery spoke  “I can’t hear you” she shouted,

as his voice became louder ‘I’m quite sorry I scared you’, 
shouted back the face with a smile,

she had been alone so she thought, but

then at once startled, there he was standing …,
he kneeled down as he reached at a shell in the sand,
“look at this beauty” … “it’s ever so grand”,

forgetting herself Avery said “oh yes, yes oh my”

“here for you” the bright face looking up did reply,

he stood suddenly taller n’ kissing the shell, then handing it down [to her]

“goodbye my dear fellow”

she laughed looking up kissed the shell too, while the sun hovered over,
“something found” the voice said, “something lost, something new” Avery replied,

Covering her eyes from the sun, 

Avery glanced up smiling hardly seeing the face,

just a broad smile n’ a voice drowning in the sound of wind, 
twirling hair racing about both of their faces,

“my names jeramy” said the voice, she replied “Avery” then laughed

“would you mind if I strolled along side you?”

“not at all” then they both slowly walked,

not a sound from their lips as they both glanced about,

looking up looking down,
toes in sand kicking out,

twas a while that had passed, not a word nor a whisper,
’til both spoke at once, N’ then laughing stood still …,

up above the clouds waited as the waves hushed in silence,

as eternity passed they each looked at the other ’til … 

they kissed

coral atlas

springs arriving

     family crossingsprings arriving
     tis a day we’ve all awaited     assembled in warm meadows mist,     chattering birds anticipating,     as curious squirrels leave their nest,

     upon the grass await clouds shadows,

     and many others follow soon,

   above gold sun looks down then blinks,

     behind the hidden evenings moon,

 as the sound of water trickles,

    soon a breeze shall murmur slowly,

then the leaves with flourish calling,

    tis not winter nor the summer,

tis’ long past the chill of fall,

   for upon us arrives so startling,

tis faint whisper, not a squall,

   for lovely ever lasting spring,

with gifts arrives for one n’ all

coral atlas