This poem, or whatever it may be; doesn't live up to any conventional standards. Of course, not that it was written in that context. It just sort of appeared after awhile. It's far from good - it merely focuses on a small debate against a large subject.
The size of the argument is meaningless, seeing as so many fall for the act of sex. They see it as the most exciting part of their life. Why love someone for their qualities? When you can love them for their sexual indentations. People don't think about what each other are feeling. They are fixated on putting their keys into someone else's creation.
The poem may seem at first, to be in the act of sex; but it's a sarcastic tone.
In a sense, saying that, a life without sex would be useless.
Aye, there are also curse words in here; not for fun either, to fit the context. The vulgarity in which our society finds sexual interactions so appealing. Fucking and thrusting. It's what they want right? It's what gets them going.
They miss the important pieces. They go straight for the act.
Like loving a cat; not for it's appeal of warmth. But loving it for the bones and blood.
There is more to the action then what people see.
To think of a heavenly act, so downgraded by society; that now it's disgusting. Not appealing.