by Natasha Head

Created on: October 08, 2010

The music is pounding, energy, movement, sweat

Bodies, thrashing, groping,

Mingled together, melted in fusion

The scent is seedy, hands not my own,

Reaching, grabbing, grasping

No barriers to mark my space

Torn and tangled, electric currents pulse

Torso to torso, the sway and the grind

A strangers smile, sly and stealing

Racing heart and pumping veins

Caught up in the tempo, the rhythm and vibe

Body to body, no boundaries, no rules

Violence and angst, agression, force

Pushed and pulled at the conductors whim

Erotica, symbolism, ritual

Unleashed, the demon lures the bait

The cross-hairs of the trigger wait,

Selected for a primal fate,

When all else has been Forbidden.

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