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To hell with sublimation

A profane, base story, fucking humans won�t adore me
And I want to be fucked, if only to gain so much love
But the hunger is a torrent, fucking sex is abhorrent
And the cock that you bestow, is nothing to extol
But neither is my cunt, you take a shot, you take a punt
And it�s something of a distraction, though falls short of satisfaction
So let�s try something naughty, see if Light is too haughty
Take a paddle to my arse, let�s vindicate this farce
Shallow breathing doesn�t matter, and the thrashing is a clatter
Flushed flesh is no recreation, but I revere infatuation
Should I be so absentminded, perhaps Love remains chided
Escaping from the past, is a somewhat foreboding task
Shackling limbs is so easy, taking pleasure as you need
I wonder if this blind vacation is a rather grim persuasion
Pondering on the shadows cast, and movements made so fast
Fucking like it was beatific to engage in the horrific
Still it amuses me for a time and is better dowsed in wine
To hell with sublimation, this artist needs raw liberation ;-)