Original Image by Dana Murdock

Queens and Princes on their toes in the mud
straining hard not to see
Dirty images swallowed whole
by degenerate, sanctimonious priests
Elegantly clad in the moon throws
Our blood scouring young faces
Hardly soft and moaning loudly
semi howling in the darkest places
Nunc volo ut abutamur,
Io voglio fare sesso con te ora
All the words sound so trashy
all the warm thighs are sore
The nighttime means nothing
to the unforgiven unbroken core..
I just want more, and more, and more,
and more, and yours..