Symphorophilia

Inhaling the perfume of oil slicks and dried grume Loins become engorged as flesh and steel reforge The audience is rapt when cartilage is snapped The motors moan their last, pleasures of the crash Wreckage is strewn throughout the room Meat scarred by broken glass A thunderous din as skulls are caved in Viscera splayed on the dash Eyes on the dragstrip, also tongues and lips Festooning the chassis, a gruesome gore prix Orgasm reached by watching cars breach Their contents ejected by force The bodies will soar out of the door Flesh razed by the graveled course New pornography, born of technology Tangled flesh in wrecks, erotic auto sex Symphorophilia Ejaculate at the destructive fete Exhaust adding spice to the stench Bodies are piled, spilling blood, cum, and bile From shoulders, limbs are torn and wrenched Perverts transfixed as gas and shit mix Rubbing their groins till they're raw No pleasure can match watching cars smash Symphorophilia