Innocence

I can’t remember innocence,

I once had it of that I’m sure.

That’s before I found pornography,

And a whole lot more behind that door.

I wonder if you can remember?

When you were whiter than white can be.

I wonder if you’ve forgotten it,

Or are your memories horny just like me?

In some ways I guess it’s sad,

That sex plays such a role in our lives.

In some ways I’m so glad,

Cos I love fucking I cannot deny.

So I’m not mourning my innocence’s loss,

Cos truly I’d rather the way we are.

I’m going to celebrate our sex,

And how it helps my wanting heart.

Visions Depraved

Deep in the woods,

In a deep dark cave.

Lies a beast, dark as pitch,

Mood black and depraved.

He has things on his mind,

That some’d hope not to find.

He has visions building,

Sights, some’d rather be blind.

But one dared to look,

Ventured in to peek and see.

One brought a light,

To set those thoughts free.

So deep in the woods,

In a not so darkened cave.

Lie Beauty and her Beast,

Making love’s visions depraved.