A Disaster, National Emergency
The semen meets the egg and breeds.
Growing steadily over generations.
I can’t see you, but you are my kin.
Darwin meets emotion within a moment,
silent passion breaks the pattern unknown.
Immeasurable as if nothing happened,
taboo writes the story spoken,
particular.
Created never destroyed,
growing as we gain motion in our lives,
dreams telling history from ancestors.
Scatter the remnants so it’s harder to piece together.
I’m dripping with interest,
if only we could realize sex beyond physical.
The desire that drives us becomes our thrill,
becomes me
overcomes reality.
We test the boundaries,
stretch me until i bleed,
go deep.
I am here for you and it makes me horny,
so think about it,
thought makes me salivate.
Feel the abrasion,
the forgotten subservience to a creation we derive from and can mutate.
The strain we live,
the love we share
to create aware beings,
raised in true freedom
it is what the seed sprouts from.
Eggs laid in satisfaction create heirs, expose our weakness.
This is our generation!
our creation cannot be grafted,
crafted to a masterpiece.
Complete satisfaction is instant
gushing through inhibitions,
FUCK ME mentally,
healing worries which haunt us,
cater to the happiness inside,
Bleeding exposed and happy.
I bear the burden you receive.
Seed is labor, labor is soil.
We are a nation bred on complicity
You’re wrong
don’t argue, I cant hear you.
But you are still wrong,
and that is all you know
Imprinted into the fingerprints,
your toes share the secret,
every cell is formed to show you,
unique and glowing it allows growth.
Nourished and refreshed of the torment,
sounds subside giving opening to my dreams,
colliding with reality at every step.
Becoming what i wanted takes my breath away,
so beautiful...
dreams are common.
Food for thought, things we live in, feed on.