Hatescript

How lights drain 
from the chambers of harem and 
shudder the chastity of the familial joviality 
the semen-clad sunset, licking nudity, seething
vehemence ready to ejaculate its wrath
on the acrid vomit bedsheets just by the side of thin walls where we visit 
on regular days,
and on the days when light are ripe, on the other side of the thin walls,
with wife and two kids,
laughing, loving and planning the next marital rape.