If explorations prove disappointing,
Strip away distorted effects,
Of unwelcome customs carried out of tradition,
Evolve and let go,
To something new based from the old,
A greater learning,
Perceptive thought,
The first signs of love are sight and sound,
A glimpse,
A fleeting reflection in a mirror,
A shadow passing,
A love that grows,
It is ones self that we don’t know,
When lovers embrace,
Nestling to each other,
We please ourselves by letting go,
Of what we are to become,
What my lover wants,
Releasing inhibition’s of self,
To learn to please myself,
To satisfy my lover,
I have learned it satisfies myself,
To collapse in each others arms after release,
Is my desire,
The art of love with you is a tradition,
Set a new.