Trusted Failure 4-5 of 9

Thanks be to heavens and hell,
Which balanced and harmonized each other
Through a constant sexual union
I never had to deal with whiny feelings,
And emotions
Often scheduled,
Moments after numerous encounters
Having to define, who her and I were
Or what the crap, we were doing
Society criticized us, as being crazy
Yes, we both knew it,
We possessed a twisted
And considerate form of craziness
Everything we did, in closed and open doors,
Had nothing to do with society
Somehow, we felt a glimpse of guilt;
When we did, what we shouldn’t have done
A walk to a park, brightened the mood
We never planned on spending much time there
Although, once biological needs rolled in,
Little control, did we have
We had to combat a rising urge
Fulfilling our biological needs

The park,
Reminded us things we enjoyed
But hated, while growing up
Life was amazing,
She decided to place I, at her back
Resulting in an adrenaline rush,
Which felt like a sudden drug fix
Adrenaline rush from the thrill,
Was not simply because of;
Constant hearts pounding out of rhythm
But adrenaline rush, was because of
A fear of avoiding to be spotted,
By little humans, roaming back and forth
Pretending to chase a ball, while watching
A high definition unpaid adult show,
Streaming live, in broad day light
It was too sad, watching their puzzled faces
Those little humans,
Needed some good years, of therapy