Symphorophilia

Inhaling the perfume of oil slicks and dried grume
Loins become engorged as flesh and steel reforge
The audience is rapt when cartilage is snapped
The motors moan their last, pleasures of the crash

Wreckage is strewn throughout the room
Meat scarred by broken glass
A thunderous din as skulls are caved in
Viscera splayed on the dash

Eyes on the dragstrip
Also tongues and lips
Festooning the chassis
A gruesome gore prix

Orgasm reached by watching cars breach
Their contents ejected by force
The bodies will soar out of the door
Flesh razed by the graveled course

New pornography
Born of technology
Tangled flesh in wrecks
Erotic auto sex
Symphorophilia

Ejaculate at the destructive fete
Exhaust adding spice to the stench
Bodies are piled
Spilling blood, cum, and bile
From shoulders, limbs are torn and wrenched
Perverts transfixed as gas and shit mix
Rubbing their groins till they're raw
No pleasure can match watching cars smash
Symphorophilia