William Shakespeare

Why do we fuck?

"Why do we fuck?" a pondering thus ensues, A question bold, that probes our primal hues. In depths of thought, I seek to comprehend, The nature of this act, that seems to send Both joy and pain, through veins of mortal frame, A mingling of desire, whence lust takes aim. We are but mortals, bound by earthly reins, And yet the passions surge within our veins. Within this act of primal ecstasy, We find a gate to realms untrod, set free From worldly cares and troubles that abound, We journey to a place where we are crowned With pleasures manifold, that ebb and flow, And in this sacred dance, our senses glow. But is there purpose greater than mere grace, That drives our spirits to such fervent chase? Could it be, my friends, that in our lust, We seek a glimpse of what the heavens trust? For as we transcend the boundaries made, And in our union, find a bliss arrayed, We touch upon a truth that lies beneath, Where souls may soar, unshackled by our sheath. In union's tender embrace we find, A momentary solace, intertwined With seeds of life, that propagate our kind, A bond between two souls, forever bind. Yet it is more than procreation's fire, That fuels the depths of this innate desire. Within the throbbing rhythm of our gift, Our spirits find a fleeting respite swift. So, let us not dismiss this act as base, But rather seek to comprehend its grace. For in our carnal union, we partake, In passions deep, a semblance of soul's wake. And as we answer nature's call, we find, A glimpse of that which lies beyond our mind. So, why do we fuck? Perhaps 'tis to find, A fleeting taste of heaven, in love's bind.