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She loved the transcendental

Loving that she shared,

Out of body lustful sex

That involved being spiritual care,

Where each gives of themselves

In an unselfish kind of way,

Where boundaries are pushed to the brink

And love is rooted in basic instincts,

And where she was taken to the peak

And every climax made her knees go weak,

And so breathless that she could barely speak,

Now that’s the kind of fulfillment

She required and she needed to feel complete,

It set her mind and body absolutely free,

And who was he, her husband, to deny her this

Rather than lock her in a gilded cage,

He let her spread her wings unselfishly

And find the person who could fulfill her sexual needs,

Knowing she would always return and him about her sensual deeds

And of this he was pleased.