Taste the burning hot embers of another's blissful tongue. Taste the sparks of that zone between everyone's legs. Pornography, as defined by art, is still pornography. The politicians rail against it as you feel yourself, prostrate in front of the television. Up all night, shooting nudity and heavy breathes like heroin.
Stark reality plays nothing here.
It has no part. This is the burning time, the time of passions and sleepless dreams. Indulge yourself and play-act you and your lover in a twisted position. God gave us fantasies, don't dissipate them with monochrome guilt. Celluloid promises many things, it is the product of taste and desire.