Sexual Volcano

Let my lips trail across the soft, white surface of your skin

And straight down the tender bridge that is your spine

Allow my fingers to massage your body with pleasure

Unlocking the secrets of your dirtiest, lustful fantasies

The sweet, sexy screams light my soul on fire

All sources of speech vanquish into thin air

My tongue drinks from the river of Hell's kitchen

Intensifying your castle of steamy, hot dreams

Gently I seduce each spot with caution

For each spot is dangerously tender

One slick touch of pressure and from her

Will erupt a sexual volcano

I whisper to her in devilishly, fancy tones

She whispers back in sensually, sacred moans

With no hesitation I move in for one final kiss

Our tongues rub each other sparking our taste buds

Birthing a marvelous ocean of ecstasy

Pseudosexual Holocaust

The ceaseless evolution of modern day society

Is gradually advancing into an inhumane asylum

Driving innocence along the edges of elimination

Devouring us ruthlessly into a nebula of obscurity

What happened to our right to exercise our opinions?

To entrust in the significance of our insignificant voices

Why must we resort to faking attraction to garner attention?

Let alone perform heartless acts of duplicity to evoke sympathy?

Have we truly fallen victim to the burdens of hypocrisy?

Have we completely relinquished hold of our identities?

These days we live in world where it is now adequate

To scam the public into thinking you fancy homosexuality

We never do things purely for the sake of pleasure anymore

It's as if life has become one big popularity sweepstakes now

And we are merely the contestants signing and mailing the forms

Giving away our dignity and choosing to be something we are not

Unfortunately people are far too preoccupied by the recognition

To even acknowledge all the angry protests and death threats

As long as they feel safe in knowing that all eyes are on them

They could give a damn about who yesteryear's president was

In that vein we shall perish

And our corpses shall decay

For our craniums are vexed

By the luxury of fabrication