staccato pulsating rhythms envelop my soul and mind—i envision your body exposed lying vulnerably next to mine…the allure of orgasmic intoxication amplifies every gesture—i contemplate what we might become and what a presence i lie next to…sex is our most primitive currency—sex work our oldest occupation…i struggle to contain my carnal intensity—i struggle to achieve my fullest incarnation…sensuous salvos fire like strobe lights—penetrating a hot and crowded dance floor…i struggle to expand my type—to appreciate beauty wherever i find her…the body and mind are a dialectical whole—carnal and cerebral at the same time…i dream of noble purpose—aspiring to find divinity at the scene of the crime