The rule against profanity

[peter danielsen]

I do not spread her thighs to see
an art form of a saint
I do not look for pictures that
a perfect soul could paint

I look for passion on the edge
of being truly there
the holy without vulgar stuff
for that I do not care

My woman must be filled with blood
her nipples sometimes hard
the songs I sing is from the heart
conventions stay apart

I need her brain, I want her flesh
and all thats in between
but art as Art and moral claims
for that I'm not so keen