Welcome to the joyous carnival of passion
Where the mind surrenders to the animal.
Smell the seductive odor of the naked
skin
Bathed in the exotic oils, the potions of desire.
It would be folly to defy the eldest law
For resistance will only
supply the fire of lust
With her wooden excuses.
We are here to drink this old wine without remorse
To spill the fluid of
Genesis
In abundance because we all know
That as this elixir of life will flow
We will be left exhausted but
smiling.
Nails sink into sweaty ground
Marking dionysiac stings
Sparks set from velvet tongues
That bring close soft
orange lips
Phallic litanies
Paths lead inside warm nests, that scared shrines of sin
As serpents we crawl beneath
The
guises that we all wear.
It would be folly to defy the eldest law
For resistance will only supply the fire of lust
With her
wooden excuses.
So it will grow stronger and stronger
Until fatally it will consume the renegades
With the flames of their denied
satisfaction
Phallic litanies