Sex in the Subculture

Cold union,not from passion, but to pass on the disease;
To justify my own damnation; to close the door and lose the keys.
To kindle my heart against the shadows hard upon my heel,
For the sake of proving I'm alive, perversely cop a feel.
Entangled in the back alley; not really caring.
Lost to the pleasures of the ecstasy we're sharing.

Violent thrusting, undulating; set to horrid cries
Concrete degradation now, propped over park bench lies.
The cries escaping from her gaping orifice of speech
'Harder, Harder' begging for it, eyes and words as one beseech.
And as she is begging, so am I savagely giving
Feeding all the while, the illusion that I'm living.

Finding satisfaction in wild bestial fornication,
Lying there and taking it; submission is her station.
Ecstasy inspired, we copulate for hours,
She the blossom, I the locust, ravaging her flowers.
Tearing off the trembling petals, leave the naked stem.
Insatiate we lose ourselves 'mid flatulence and phlegm!

Lacking every inhibition, lost to orgiastic glee
I defile the moaning maiden's very stock and pedigree
As savagely I bear her screaming,
Nude bodies in the cold air steaming.
Release; lord climax takes his throne,
'Oh God, Oh God!' Orgasmic Koan