sweet reprieve

corrupt is the flame
and like moths we are drawn
lusting and pleading for sweet reprieve
begging for release
society is a cruel leash
reminding us its not meant to be
the darkness welcomes
what the light has seen
fit to banish
yet we reamin
lusting and pleading for sweet reprieve
yet its not meant to be
enclosed in this
sheathed to the hilt
arching in defiance
clawing in need
bursting in orgastic complexity
pushing against the limit
lusting and pleading for sweet reprieve