Constant indentation
exuberant glare
expectancy
endocrine gasp
fertility wasted
kisses lost
 breathe

Mental/fuck

itwas an accident
Everything was.
Love. The forbidden word
Malevolent conception
Sinful and wrong
Like throbbing with the
Devils idea
In a childish mind
With fear and morb
And a sexual drive
Some pleasant gratification
In the hidden ritual
Of derailed thoughts
Wetting the bed
At night
On purpose
Or touching the shy sex
Then feel guilty
Then then automatic commitment
Of self forgiveness
Interestingly, god takes no part
On this avenue.
But there’s this self righteous promise
Driving the world
To be better by erasing the past
That’s that accuses us
 But every now and then
The same finger that raises u
To bliss
Will cut our will like a fresh carrot
Crisp and
Impossible
And the pleasure
The owners of
That very tap
Snaps in our ear
The beat of
Power.