Consequences of Lust

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Smiling, silence holding
Stunning, reason folding
My third eye which sees not
What it is but what
Desire has wrought

Out of time and out of space.
Outwards answers my vacant face

Inwards I am turned

A shaking of the hips
And a snarling of the lips
Thy flesh is pounded

We rip and suck
Then we tear and fuck
The call has sounded

A meat machine sears
Deeper, deeper
Rushing in our ears
We explode roaring

By base bliss in bed
This great furnace is fed
And now smirking
The Devil stands to wed

Quiet, quiet.
Silence, silence.
So I can be back again
To my rain drops and bus stops