Your muscular presence is hot and inspiring
Your energy is seismic—it is tantra arising
Revolutionary phalanxes are writhing and conspiring
Your sex positive chemistry is tantra reviving
We must become the power to which we aspire
We must live what we desire—rising ever higher
The liberation we require builds a sacred fire
Your eyes are divine portals—they are karmic amplifiers
Our leather conspiracy is an orgasmic dictate
We reimagine pleasure as a force that liberates
Sex is a seismic weapon—it is a power that animates
We dream of revolution and the world it creates
We find hope deep within—in tantric vibrations
Fusing virtue and sin we lay a deep-rooted foundation
Roots seeking juice for collective emancipation
Roots seeking strength to withstand conflagration
I resist my shame—I learn from my pain
Brutal marks of addiction have scarred my brain
I seek rising disciples and brand my blasphemous name
We craft a psychic cauldron of fierce force and epic fame
We inhabit a world infested by oceans of toxic greed
Profiteering rules the market and controls all we see
Global politics contaminated by virulent fascist seeds
Conspiring to thwart transformation we desperately need
I fuse queer liberation with a leather aesthetic
Tectonically powered harnesses conduct energy kinetic
Rhythms reverberate throbbing hard and copacetic
Lust and hope intertwine generating a potent dialectic
Our spiritual armada lacerates warships of steel
We know what we crave—we know what we feel
This is the erotic prophecy that my god has revealed
What we imagine is our future—what we imagine is real
Images are by @OmarAguilera on IG
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2022
