INTIMATE INSTINCTS
by Blackbird / MARTYR (1995)
Composed on Sunday November 19th, 1995


I

Sensual swirls of hot sand lace my tired feet,
never before in my brief life have I felt so complete,
possibilities have caught up with me and it is the fates I shall meet,

II

Taking in a passionate breath of the lusty air,
inhaling the rose petals in her vibrant hair,
smelling the burning incense of our sweating bodies bonded together,

Insane love prevails when our lips brush together in the form of a caress,
madness of youth absorbed in our sexual abyss,
naked with you in the dark wetness is bliss,
moments that I ponder when we are apart that I forever cherish,

Mending my once broken heart with the divine touch of a priestess,
blessing my throbbing hard loins with the chew of your gentle bite,
healing my soul is compensated by my uninhibited kiss,
smothering your moans of ecstasy with each falling night,

Rubbing your breasts that are orbs through which our future is predicted,
massage your yoni to instigate ripples of pleasure within your creamy treasure,
bringing on a tidal wave of orgasms that lewdly converged,
while my tongue remains locked in your womanhood submerged,

We have made love to each other in the intimacy of mistaken shadows,
the fruits of desire await and the intensity of its juices heaven only knows...

III

Smacking my tongue across your gentle lips gives you pleasure,
my roaming hands enter the crevices of your womb's abode,
the shudder that passes through you as our organs collide together,
my love sauce oozing liquid fluid in your hands burdened with the load,

Worshipping the magnitude of my phallic spire,
tracing my proportions with the rituals of a flickering tongue,
affectionate eyes upon me always during our lovemaking of eternal desire,
falling in lust... it is the curse of the young,

A river of semen pours with the speed of the rapids into your greedy mouth,
yet still the animal urges caged within me cry out for penile resurrection,
trickling with oil is my warming touch giving a sensual massage to soothe,
our mutual affair escalates and takes an entirely new direction,

Leaving a somber princess with gratified loins and my emotions in heartache,
to contemplate our tired obsession when next we chance meet...

IV

Anticipation precipitates my anxiety for your insatiable hunger,
your lithe body cries each night for the touch of my gentle hands,
creating the atmosphere of an eventful night for the two of us to remember,
amusing torment for you to engage me in exceeding to your vixen demands,

Remains of a broken relationship become evaporating vapor of the past,
this bond between us seems like a sexual love worthy to last,
our tryst need not end at the unfortunate departure when I must leave,
until later when apart from our corporeal bodies we grieve,

Tonight I take you in my arms and we cuddle like children under your covers,
and even after a carnal bathing together we are far more than simply lovers,

All I have to do is smother your face with my kisses and you are trapped,
as I have been often transparent at times buried in your arousing taste,
the epitome of your virginity merely the final barrier to be encountered, 
the tangy sweetness of my semen for your genitalia to embrace,

Getting inside the folds of your silk panties is my physically hungering need,
washing my hands in the lagoons of your mature pubescence,
wondering if my roaming hands become too aggressive, do you bleed?
scream uninhibited ecstasy, delirious with consuming the orgasmic delicious,

Our desire to be together always was the decision of passion sealed in a kiss,
hope depending on the legitimacy of our love not to turn sour and falling amiss,
