Orgy Material

Are we a perverted generation ?
Could it be our education?
Can ecstasy stem from monotony
Now or ever?
Can we forego the thrill of discovery
And be content with just someone’s complexity?

Just one person
Fidelity closes the door
Just one desire
Faithfulness suppresses the multitude
But maybe we never wanted
The multitude to start with

Not everyone is orgy material
Not everyone’s lust is quenched after one night
A quick tour, the sound of his moans
Skin texture, dexterity, originality.

We are consumer material
We are consumed without burial
And the demands for emotional safety,
Ever at odds with sexual diversity

We split, wisely, taking consequences to their end
My friends hold me
My lovers only have access to my loins
I crave intimacy
Yet I lay traps every step of the way
To abandon
I foresee trouble, loneliness
We are everything but unique
But only by ourselves.