Sex and Death.

Death and sex, or sex and death?

It’s not just a way to re-produce and it’s not only when a body takes its final breath.

Humans are the only species to have sex for pleasure, so I've been told,

I wonder if animals really would do it for pleasure,

Or even just to keep warm in the cold?

All sex is not always good or magic.

And all deaths are not always bad or tragic.

In days of old, sex could be a last request,

Before the not necessarily guilty’s final breath?

In the shadows, a figure lurks.

It’s a skeletal figure clothed in a black cloak with a hood,

It is the Grim Reaper, long associated with death;

So the outcome is NOT going to be good! 

Barbaric times.

No prison sentences or fines.

Sometimes no argument or a fair trial.

Death for simply owning a cat?

Wouldn't have fancied that!

The majority are Guilty? “Off with his head”

Maybe hung, drawn & quartered. Definitely dead.

On a large pole, is displayed their head.

But nowadays, offenders who kill don’t get a ‘proper’ sentence,

The public are outraged and it’s said,

“Bring back the rope, Prison is too good, they should be dead”

Sex with the ex, not long after wishing their death?

VERY VERY DANGEROUS! I heard it from an old friend,

Don’t worry; it’s not originally from my mind,

Those thoughts you might not find.

It’s best to be honest and kind.

‘Making Love’ couples normally say,

It’s a better & more acceptable saying and a more loving way.

Right now its autumn, and on the ground,

So many leaves can be found,

Walked through or run over by tyre,

It is a very distinctive sound that I can admire.

And are the leaves dead when off the tree?

They aren't alive, until they get blown along on the ground,

Then they look very alive to me!

But when they settle on the ground, under them microscopic life can be found,

Probably created by the creatures having sex, under the tree,

If you want to look very closely, you will see.

So there is a cycle, from sex comes life,

You may not even need a Husband or wife,

Then eventually there is death, but lots of people boast about having sex,

But as soon as you’re born, you’re dying.

 Guess what, some people are lying.

Chris.