"obedient to the bpm"

I hunt bliss in the serene asylum of corporeal cold
I utilize and receive as liberty unfolds

Your sweet kiss braids thru the heart
the site turns ardent and commenced
obedient to the ecstatic bpm
haphazard tantalizes the countenance

Nothing moves, velocity boosts thru monotone speech
our lust soars bound in the orbit of radical u-turns
I sought and found a pleasant refuge in your breach
and sweetheart: I say these fires still burn…

Your sweet kiss braids thru the heart
the site turns ardent and commenced
obedient to the ecstatic bpm
haphazard tantalizes the countenance

I keep pointing my finger at the paradox

Stark blind to the intelligible guidance
loading intemperance to the mind
abound in bukkake assaults
I press play and hope to rewind…