The Thinnest Membrane

There’s the thinnest membrane
Between passion and pornography
One nude
The other naked
One moist
The other wet
One sacred
The other shameful
But both offer the same woman.

We have made love
And had sex
The biology identical
And the gyration familiar.
There have been nights
We needed sweat and grind
There have been nights
We needed soft whispers in the dark.

It’s more a condition of the heart
Than genitals.