Septic Flesh 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 a 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, the sacred shrines of sin As serpents we crawl beneath The guises that we all wear It would be a 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
