What know we of love who this hothouse share,
Wandering in lush meadows of desire,
In search of the thrill of each new affair,
Driven by a relentless inner fire?
Such is our debauched proclivity,
That only orgasmic release can slake
Our lascivious promiscuity,
As in each new carnal pleasure we partake.
Daily seeking new erotic delights,
We find temporary satiation
In ever darker orgiastic rites,
To satisfy our lustful addiction.
But fate can interfere in our affairs
And love may sometimes catch us unawares.