Septic Flesh

Welcome to the joyous carnival of passion
Where the mind surrenders to the animal
Smell the seductive odor of the naked skin
Bathed in the exotic oils, the potions of desire
It would be a folly to defy the eldest law
For resistance will only supply the fire of lust
With her wooden excuses
We are here to drink this old wine without remorse
To spill the fluid of Genesis
In abundance because we all know
That as this elixir of life will flow
We will be left exhausted but smiling
Nails sink into sweaty ground
Marking dionysiac stings