Sex before cameras must have been better When it was purely a sensual act and there were no expectations on how it should look or sound only how it should feel There in the dark nothing but electric skin and silken hair and the breath of the day whistling lukewarm into ears from wet lips We stop in the midst of this most holy act and think Wait, this isn’t right How does this look This isn’t loud enough flashy enough This isn’t what its like We do this in vain All based on some greedy old man with desperate young people and hours of footage to waste Product shipped off to factories to take our money and make us hate the mothers of our sons and fathers of our daughters