John Casey

This one is a bit dark...

Oh ye desolate streets of a darkened night,
Feel the beat of my feet, serene on this night.

Capture in dim light, such beauty in my sight,
Troubled by demons to the left and to the right.

Pave your way, leading yonder through this night,
Cursed is my soul, giving might to this fright.

And lo, the golden elixir which did overflow,
Even as she danced, erotically on that pole.

Lust is the aroma that which filled the atmosphere,
Embraced by the shadows, she never knew I was there.

And so we are; I the night and she the day,
Followed in the distance, wondering what to say.

Cursed are my feet that which followed her home,
Silent in the night, I crept and stole into her home.

And when she lay serene, blissfully in her bed,
I strung the chords that would hold her to the bed.

And so she lay serene, blissfully asleep,
Ripped off her clothes and I plunged deep.

Cursed is my soul, giving might to her fright,
Crushed her windpipe, smothering her light.

© 2012 by Pthasse Amadeus