Righteous Lust

Smooth, tender, silky heaven

Pressed against me hard

With sinful intentions

Electric wet friction

Rising temperatures

Frantic hands and clumsy lips

Fast, I dive into a world of

Passion and pleasure,

Unforgivable and fierce

Drowning willfully in celestial bliss

A thing so basic, so instinctive

Yet full of tribulation

And intimidation

So righteous and needed

So dangerous and confused

But this, our dance, is pure

And simple

Nasty and mental

Sticky, hot, and hard

Selfless selfishness

A perverse craft

An ancient art

Practiced by so many

Mastered by only a few

The few and the brave

Who Cast off all inhibitions

And mediocre prescriptions

Unadulterated, natural

And raw is our way

And this is our song

“Freedom, love,

And lust with no guilt”

We shout out our rebellion

To the heavens

We scream in dying ecstasy

We breathe hurricanes of heavy heat upon each other's salty wet skin

Collapsing

Clinging

Melting

This is our passion

This is our way