Blood and Porn
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Skirts and trousers, blood and bone,
lust and love renew in pleasurable pain.
The beast in man growls unwonted delight,
a king of thighs and crimson heaven.

And beauty decries itself in favor of muscle,
sinew and strength… the ugly, beautiful, truth.
Challenging force with wiles, smiles and flesh…
she knows blood, its reality, its cleansing necessity.

As the phallic sword rises, engorged in life’s waters,
seduced by the sun and moon, by rage and passion,
by the devils wink in the heart of an angel… he seethes.
His loins warriors are charged and ready for battle.

It is said, "We have met the enemy and it is us."
Entangled, thrusting, love… embraced by tooth and claw.
Blood in the valley of life and the bittersweet salt of breast.
Clinging skin, the milk of emotion, braced to the hilt.

Death rides a sulky maiden with blushed thighs
and moans of embattled passions drowned in empathy.
ALIVE… to the exhilaration of every throbbing nerve.
Drenched in the wet crimson love…the waters of life.

Yes by God… Blood and Porn, what nectar this is…
It tastes seductive and awakens a dark light in a peaceful soul…
What man doesn’t rise to the occasion… to risk
life and limb on the slippery slope of blood and porn.