Let us retire to the virtual chamber,
Our identities will unravel,
Our demons will unfurl.
Creatures of licentious fancy,
Scintillating the Angels,
Befalling Gods grace,
Soiling the design.
Wed in iniquitous lock and key,
Bound by carnal law.
Exploring the chasm of perversion
to map a constellation in lust.
Blindside of society.
We caress and suckle fruit in the dark recesses
The string that binds us to historys wrongdoing
Is tied off between our lips and fastened around our throats