an archaic urge built upon by a superficial witness to our self demise
ever present, ever burning, ever singing
in a doubtful existential mass existence of a crestfallen fallacy of humanity
always running, always fighting, always flighty
flying from an animalistic ruse of endorphins and testosterone fueled lust
never trusting, never stopping, never indulgent
terrified and stumbling from a fear of losing civility and slipping society
can not lose it, can not fight it, giving in

lost sleep as a phosphorescent nightmare of an ejaculatory dream comes true
it is starting, it is winning, I am reeling
intertwined passion from a source of discontent upon early morning reflections
I am thrusting, I am grunting, we are magic
a moment in time suspended by the overwhelming feelings rushing through us
don't stop moving, don't stop biting, just don't stop
a pleasurable torture assaulting the senses of two young lovers star crossed night
isn't lovely, isn't ending, isn't loving

sorrow ridden ecstasy of an aborted relationship from a friends turned lover ever sorry, ever guilty, lost to passion
a nauseating remembrance of the loves lost to a dive into passionate embrace
can not fix it, can not heal it, can't atone
a driving force fixated upon the upper minded awareness of a baser urges problem
I gave in, I lost it, not my friend
another mistake made for the mentally aesthetic feelings found for anothers lover
it's so wrong, it's so right, I am sorry