Outercourse

Come with me to places of pleasure,
Value for money, measure for measure.

Treasured virginity the first frontier,
Having a great time, wish you were here.

Fear disappears as emotion increases,
Smiles all around, the friction that pleases.

Jesus saves all the souls that he can,
Out of the frying fire, into the pan.

Fan the fire of wild emotion,
Lust and passion, undying devotion.

Motion rhythmic the passion heightens,
Saccharin sensations so sweet that it frightens.

Lightens the dawn the shape so sensual,
The taste and the feel, you know it so well.

Swell the emotions physically erect,
Remnant juices, a sign of respect.

Reflect on performance we all seem to tend,
Slipping through afterglow, oblivious the end.


Musing on freedom in the context of the permissive society, the religion of free love and the joy of one-night-stand orgasms. I clearly remember writing this piece on the fly (and late at night) on July 8, 1992...fueled by red wine. I was visiting with Ulrike Cowan and her sister Kati in the commune in which Ulrike was living at the time. The house in Hatfield, Pretoria, South Africa has subsequently been demolished and replaced by a shopping mall. Such is progress. I polished the piece a little on October 12, 1992 and have not touched it since then.

Cheers MAlfaRK ©