What the F#CK

Peripheries primed and stimulated with matrimonial anticipation
Ten digits ablaze with lascivious sensation, as visages fill with elation
Rhythms regimented, pauses segmented, percussion, as the beat syncopates
Perspiration, lubrication, still friction increases, yet releases the brakes
Majestic momentum, sonic surrender, supple and tender, promiscuous poise
Another galactic form interjects in our milky way with livid complaints of the noise
Audacious eroticism emits catatonia to the hypothalamus deep in my head
...And all of it comes to nothing cuz nobody understands what the F#CK I just said!