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Primal (The Sound of Fuck II)



Lustful eve of physical speak
I give in, to passion I am weak
Gutteral thoughts burn inside
I lay desires on my ghostly bride
Weighed down by the mass of my heat
Her involuntary chasm desires succulent meat
Her wild gestures reach a frenetic height
Lost in visions of her flesh, I give in to her sexual might

In her, I possess the definition of desire
She controls my creative fire
So long, I have thought this power was dead
She has rejuvenated the words for which I have bled
Now, my heart fills with boiling blood
The genesis of memory escapes me – we are swept away by the flood
Once dead dreams distilled by fear fill my head
I caress their extravagance as she rests on this bed

Lost in the midst of sightless bliss
We surrender to the page’s eruptive kiss
The thesaurus of desire is spread wide open
The constancy of mad pleasure has been riven
We move together with the ease of unmitigated luck
Reason has surrendered to the mindless fuck
Our bodies discuss, with tongues and limbs so carnal
We can only be described as sexy beasts of nature, oh so primal

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