Filthy and dangerous,
chemical pleasure surges,
this can never end –
a pure, beautiful sensation
burning so bright.
Smoky and vaporous,
Hot, wet, tight,
Dirty and traitorous,
driven by urges
which refuse to bend
in an erotic coronation,
on Monday night.
Sensation in flurry,
Concentration is blight.
Drifting and blurry,
the bedchamber merges.
Weariness prepared to defend
against naked imagination,
in fast approaching firelight.
Drenched in lies – luscious, lustful, and liquid,
sunrise is smooth, sensuous, and sanguine.
Both bodies in union,
divergent minds tend
to their esoteric station.
Lost in lust, lazy and languid;
suspect, sexy… Strange, and sacharine.
Frightened thoughts scurry
as passion verges,
dreaming of the pretend,
and a somnambulistic nation
reaches untold height…
Between fight and flight,
on Monday night.
