A September morning

My twin’ s music blares out from her speakers. It entrances and annoys me simultaneously. The voices promise love, yet I know I have nothing to gain from the quickly beating rhythm of my incarnate heart. So , I ignore the meticulously whispered promises, like a priest ignores the omnipresent desires of his loins to germinate. I separate my self from my ears, so my soul is untouched by desire this early morning.
I’m heading to a place where pleasure is taken and given for granted. Where hearts break and mend in seconds..And fulfilment  of  desire is the currency …the middle of young conquets and paramours. A temple where the mind is infiltrated by thoughts unlike any other..the kinds that are pleasuring , teasing and sorrowful, deceiving. The ones that lead to a haven of orgiastic passion.