Since the beginning, through all the generations, men and women have worshipped at the shrine. The root of all our being, the source of nature’s seed, the totem of our dreaming, the font of our desire. The stiffened spurting harvest king draws maidens to the maypole to dance in orbit around his ridged member, the rod and staff of Abraham, our cocks a covenant of flesh.
Take my cock and wrap yourself around it, lick and suck as an offering to your gods take me in as sacrifice to the centaurs that spawn electric sensate awareness through your moist puckered cunt. Let us rut and fuck, thrust and grunt in beautiful copulations; take me, fuck me, penetrate. Tonight you and I are all the men and women that ever were; they crowd our room like the sweaty cum stained ghosts of infinite couplings and nameless lovers.