as the w****s we are

as the w****s we are 

our lust if anything was but primal. 

no question the need we felt

to quench our ancient thirst tasting each other

the first but not last time.

we were simple in want and held back not

our undenied quest to fill the simplest need.

rutting not unlike the animals we were 

our union held at bay the guilt feared by others

held hostage by simple manner uninhibited.

the sense of wanton unforgiving drive of desire

that gave reward and washed away guilt 

that modern day standard tagged as filthy and disgusting

as it surrendered to the primal base which allowed

us to continue our species as the w****s we are.