Love has no sex, no connection It has smell, heat, sweat Love has no prejudice It has longing in the chest Love has no reason It is pure heart Love has no owner, it is sensation It is feeling, emotion Love does not speak, it feels It is will, desire, surrender Love does not hesitate, it does not deny It is truth, it is will Love does not reserve, it clings Love does not hide, it presents itself Love does not hurt, it soothes It is the front and back It is pure, it is lascivious It is contained, it is exposed It is written, it is lived, it is felt Love is magic, it is fantasy It is sadness, it is joy Love has no connection, it is disconnected And much less does it have sex.