The Wild

 Lay down and make your presence felt and real.

Take one moment and push your chest to mine.

I'll match my breath to yours like a synced rhyme.

Hands through my hair: bring your texture, your feel.

Share the secrets of this arena dear.

Those that break I contain by doing this in here.

Drugs hit, candles lit; the land of the thrill.

Like love we are so ignorant and frail.

In lust, we grind our problems into Hell.

No pain, only sex, only moans, and shrills.

In sheets that hold no care for love: we'll smile

No shame; we'll lay down searching for the wild.