Sex

Sex drives us to do strange things,

Crazy things

That when we are done

Lying in a heap

We question

That which has happened

Are we insane?

Because afterwards,

Nothing is right

Nothing is justified

Guilt and resignation

To your own guilty pleasures

Hollow despair

Rings out

From high above to down below,

Guilty of being a stranger in my own thoughts

Captured by the fire between my thighs

It is these demons that cause such mystery

Backyards filled with light and shadows,

Cars parked in empty lots

Bedrooms, hallways, sofas and chairs,

Filled with empty bewildered lovers,

screwing away to somewhere they know not

Why must those young fuck with many,

Strange are the ways of love,

Stranger still is such lust

Sex and desire

Burn swagger uncontrollable raging fire

Furries sent from the gods

Hell reigns supreme as sex sell out

Money and lust

Greed and love

Power and sex

One in the same

Cum again to play the game