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feeling: physical pain, mental exhaustion, and carnal lust. hearing: the hum of the lights and the whirr of the ducts...
on a quest for a warm place to put my penis...
there sure seems to be a godawful amount of witty banter flying back and forth lately.
perhaps it's time to cut the crap...
cut the pretense...
cut the games,
raw, like animals.
sweaty and passionate, until the sun comes up.
without remorse or attention to any feelings save for those sharing.
to get rug burns in the worst places and not notice until after the fact.
to grind away, living for the next release.
to ignore romance, ignore common sense, ignore everything but the raw animal lust that pulses between our legs.
to paint the room with the musty, dank scent of sex.
to give in.
to not waste our youths pining, fixing, arranging, waiting...
to stop thinking, and start feeling.
to stop worrying, and start doing.
to dive into a sweaty tangle of bodies and not come up for air...
fuck the law, fuck the government, fuck the world...
fuck each other.
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be destroyed by yourself - 2005-05-30