Body Clash
Body clash as the Titans of yesteryear.
Passions flow as rivers of undying desire.
Wired bras fall to the floor with lace panties.
Jeans drop, plop into the bed, heads together.
Weather explodes in thunder and lightning as
Bodies explodes as well. Spent, no repentance.
Why cry now, it's just an emotion. Tell it to the
Priest, when the moment is over and over it is.
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