MECHANICS OF SEX

The piston,

The shaft,

The grinding,

The pumping...

Our bodings

masterfully minding the humping...

The tension valve

whistles until it's released...

The throbbing

of engines...

The roar of

The Beast...

The circuit board bursts...

The motor, it pops...

The oil erupts

and the time machine stops...

But revving returns

with the light of the day...

The mechanics of sex

never have time to play.

Written By Jason Wright

JULY 13, 2006

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