we are our own heresy

it's all about cumming isn't it (?)
it always has been
all life just wants to perpetuate itself
that's all it's about
over and over and over we cum for nothing
at least not for the reasons we think
love/lust/passion/connection
bullshit
we are just slaves to our cocks

thank darwin for noticing our hollow nature
thank pavlov for ringing the phone when we blow
making us think it's the call of love
or some other such nonsense
it's just what we're taught to believe
it's how we're taught to react to hormones
thank nietzsche for pointing out the lack of God
in us all
and thank you for begging for more, little girl
without you I couldn't perpetuate this illusion

let me forget all this realism
which is far to real
for just a moment
lost in your folds and wet
and maybe I won't fear so much
what's coming next
for at least that moment