To deny the unspent desires,
touch of the unknown depths,
like the unwanted of this world.
Is it so easy to find an answer
for the cause of these recurring nightmares,
throughout this darkness all around .
Marks of the nails on bare bodies,
tell tale signs of primal satisfaction,
strewn away like strands of hair
all around the floor in careless neglilence.
The diffused light which silhouttes
the spontaneous curves as the
repository of unending passion
coiled within to strike again,
in this senseless game of pleasure.
Giving in to temptations becomes
a habit of flesh and blood as
the fingers, tongue and lips explore
new reasons to savour the pleasures
of life as it trickles through the pores
of sweat stained souls intertwined
covered in the sheets of sticky shadows,
till the verge of irresponsible breakthrough.