To the Hopeful

A poem concerning youth

Oh sacred secret sexual desires! Those held solely between the silken sheets of lonely midnights in our winter. Pray silently that the libido of the young fruitful beings takes flight, creating reoccurring fumbling affairs.

Dancing naked in the moonlight regardless of consequence, pressing their ageless bodies together in lustful grinding groping gallantry. We will sing to your freedom and choice, We will cry with joy at the juvenile mistakes, We will laugh at your endless eroticism, We will shout at your triumphs of the body, We will lament for the loss of your first.

Hark! Hark! Hark! Young lovers of this modern age! Take the beauty that is youth and suck the teat dry. Live whilst you can and take every wrong choice as the right.

Keep the music flowing with mind numbing liquid and look to the stars with your lovers, See the nebula explode in an orgy of glitter. Spill the seed wherever you can, Fulfil your desires for one day you will be a suicidal sack of meat.

To the angels above, take them and sex them. Nurse their weary heads and fill them full of drink. Scream F**k to the designated opinion indulge in all depravity!

Oh sacred secret sexual desires! Burn bright and die pleasured and young.