Forward

horny adults sweating in a public room publicly displaying what they think they can flaunt (all the possible tricks in their trick bags) doused in perfumes/colognes strutting their stuff speaking with wit speaking of their accomplishments---with sex on the mind & an animalistic heart--- pumping blood in the veins like a thousand wild horses trampling & galloping o’er the countryside whilst the red sky at night casts the hottest Summer passions down down down below--- and so, the humans come aggressively at each other (more so than they might at any other given time during the week), to mix & mingle to rub up against one another “accidentally” (like a cat gliding against the wall, but with sensual intent), to make each one of these minutes of the witching hours count, for this is the time at which we are most aware that so little actually distances us from the true beasts within & no one wants to wake up tomorrow morning, unless they are covered in the juices & nectars of another.