This is a sexually explicit sonnet.  Do not read it or look at its illustration if sexually explicit material will offend you.  Do not complain since you were warned.

Hedonism as Heroic Truth

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The answers and the questions do not weigh

Like anything important.  They are games

And nothing more.  Philosophers can bray

Away.  Ignore them.  Their high-minded claims

Have nowt to do, not really, with those things

That matter, like the beauty of the eyes

That clamp down shut when passion gives them stings

Inside the guts that you are ramming, thighs

Raised high to let you do your thing, to press

So hard that up inside these lovers you

Can nearly feel their hearts while saying YES

While you are pounding and, then, when you spew.

  You send your hardest sliquid, liquid ram

    Inside their lust.  You zip up.  Then you scram.

©  Phillip Whidden