Guilty For Sin Poem by Milos Jovanka

Thirsty for the scent of that virile sweat
Yearning for the juice of sweet wicked delight
Its no crime to play when the urges make us prey
a mans got his needs when the cock calls at midnight




Its more then curiosity
its primal ferocity
an insatiable hunger
unencumbered in my lumber
wanna pick my locket
boy you can sock it
who needs feminine mystique
when its that meat you want to eat


In the back of a car you can go very far
losing inhibition when you get into position
don't tell your wife, or bring her for the ride
she can strap it on and I can be your side



don't be afraid of hell
or the fear that dwells
you only got this life
to live and do whats right
Not for church or god
cause hes a bastard dog
between them hairy thighs
is the real way to paradise




we got to feed our needs on our feet or knees
impaling the snake in the hole you call a soul
a man on the hunt is always looking for a slab
and I've got the meat to feed your bear trap



there's no use denying
when every night your crying
for the call of the wild
when the straight paths to mild
a brother knows how to give
when whats yours is his
7th heavens easy
when its all the same equipment


making love to you
until what's wrong feels right


Never was a saint
cause I like this taint
come on christian boys
I got your favourite toys
hairy big and pink
hungry for your stink
let me feel that skin
cause Im guilt for sin