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Making Love You'd think that something so naturally ordained, practiced as long as time itself, requiring no teacher, granted as a gift it takes no effort to acquire, - is a boon. A gift? It's hardly free. Too often bought in desperation, agnoies of anxiety, with fear of loss, wonder at cost, with bruise hard to heal. Too often fails enticements' promise, becomes a habit, pleasures one while the other endures, submits with guilt, (wonder why the romance lost its gloss)?