Phallic Litanies

Welcome to the joyous carnival of passion

Where the mind surrenders to the animal.

Smell the seductive odor of the naked skin

Bathed in the exotic oils, the potions of desire.

It would be folly to defy the eldest law

For resistance will only supply the fire of lust

With her wooden excuses.

We are here to drink this old wine without remorse

To spill the fluid of Genesis

In abundance because we all know

That as this elixir of life will flow

We will be left exhausted but smiling.

Nails sink into sweaty ground

Marking dionysiac stings

Sparks set from velvet tongues

That bring close soft orange lips

Phallic litanies

Paths lead inside warm nests, that scared shrines of sin

As serpents we crawl beneath

The guises that we all wear.

It would be folly to defy the eldest law

For resistance will only supply the fire of lust

With her wooden excuses.

So it will grow stronger and stronger

Until fatally it will consume the renegades

With the flames of their denied satisfaction

Phallic litanies