Airborne
Wrath & desire are easy to catch
if the wind catches the air just right.
Emotions run rapid in intense situations
where fear is more prevalent than the plague.
Shit, just a scent of sex can capture
a man in the depths of his thoughts.
We’re wired to fornicate and spread
seed to replenish the population.
Truth be told, this sudden blood rush
remains independent from procreation.
Biology still has its tricks & triggers
& yet, all I want is the flesh.
Soaking wet like a never-ending storm
which brings comfort with its warmth.
Man wants and wants despite the urge
to be a respectable person in society.
I’ve found myself light-headed
in situations where I need to be clear.
The only cure for man’s rage
is self-mutilation, perhaps.
Horror Sleaze Trash 