"The last Desire to Go"

Tell me, "If We Fucked would it make
everything alright; would it absolve the
pain in my gut and quench this angry
fire,"

Would the gratification of sex be
enough to stop it all; because, the
air is thick, and the satisfaction is
gone

When a proxy is needed, and for a
remedy a substitution is necessary;
sex seems to always be the last to
go

Through it, we try to hold onto the
inevitable that is to come, of which
we know

A secret rendezvous; a quick thrashing
in passing; something to just try and
hold onto to remind us of the good
times, when we thought they'd be
everlasting