Sex = Rage Sex = rage merging waring bodies twisting hands and thighs colliding in passion and fire burning yearning learning curves and burning like a volcanic plume soon come resolution soon glides the moon in the sky between your thighs I find absolution bleeding before your bed post the ghost of lovers past last time in their arms our hearts intertwined like your arms round my neck kneeling to pray at the altar of lust trust isn't something that I think about these days only rage resolved between her legs breathless exhausted absolved and free the demons silenced and we sleep