poetic porn

In this calm of uncertainty
I rape your sensibility
Leaving you on top of me
(Begging for a little sanity)
Trapped in the midst of our undaunted reality

In this square we curve our round
From the strips of silk sheets we found
Making love in sixty-second reels of gagged (and bounded
to the gates that once concealed our lust underground)
Muffling our naturally instinctive pornographic sound