We smack our lips
And tap our feet
We rub our hands
And nod our heads
We share a smile
And lend each other faith
We do not spare our lips
And enjoy nature's fruit
We get our thirsts quenched
Our bellies filled
Our wounds salved
And emotions bathed in sweat
A fart escapes
From 'twixt tangled limbs
A groan escapes
From our captive lips...
In shudder in ecstacy
We go rigid in fluid devotion
And revulse in naked truth
That we have done
The forbidden act
But what's next?
Each passing moment
We splay nature's legs
And prostitute her
We draw from her lifeblood
But for how long
Are we going to suck her dry
And kill the divine innocence
Where are we heading?
Whore are we heading!
-dougwa-
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