NEEDLEWRITER

I found out
How it is to love
A whore...
I did not know
What stands at the heart
Of it all...was the act
Big or small?
And afterwards a door to,
Moments of pleasure
Followed by leisure
And a bodily seizure
Because the final blow
Gave us the afterglow...
All we saw were colours
Showing us the strangeness
Of reality itself!