I Write Poetry
The stained glass light did beckon from the stately banquet hall.
All fantasy and fetishes to be played out at the ball.
Robed and masked as Harlequin with nothing to forsake
We mixed in anonymity, a line to cross, a rule to break.
On the turning of the midnight hour Bauta danced macabre,
A powdered face, a beauty spot in ruffles dressed in black
Addressed the congregation while his maid lay readied upon her back.
A murmur chant in Latin he did beckon to the night,
through the stone arched portholes I witnessed gargoyles taking flight.
There followed **** and Debauchery in frenzied flesh for all
A tear, a rip a bite a kiss like waves of lust and passion did rise and fall
We dance amongst the devils and gave our souls that night.
It was so evidently wrong and yet felt so perversely right.
I gave my self to costume as i gave myself to you.
Yet the tenderness I sought, replaced by feelings born anew
Neath the dim light of the chandelier I hear the vague sound of your call.
Made furtive on Venetian wine, we were anyone’s at all.
Divine beauty gowned in crimson burlesque masked the contours of her face
In the darkness of the shadows I did untie her corset lace.
Was she someone’s lover? Maybe a mother and a wife?,
She gave herself in raptures glee, I ploughed her flesh gave her seed and swallowed her life
On the ravens crow a silence fell upon the congregation
I had pleasured souls of every skin and took lips of every nation.
I had reached the heights of heaven, now left to scourge the flames of Hell,
Begot both woman and man in impure acts of which I dare not dwell
Changed for the better or the worse? My life was never to be the same.
For I know the jester harlequin that lives deep within, will one day rise again.
All fantasy and fetishes to be played out at the ball.
Robed and masked as Harlequin with nothing to forsake
We mixed in anonymity, a line to cross, a rule to break.
On the turning of the midnight hour Bauta danced macabre,
A powdered face, a beauty spot in ruffles dressed in black
Addressed the congregation while his maid lay readied upon her back.
A murmur chant in Latin he did beckon to the night,
through the stone arched portholes I witnessed gargoyles taking flight.
There followed **** and Debauchery in frenzied flesh for all
A tear, a rip a bite a kiss like waves of lust and passion did rise and fall
We dance amongst the devils and gave our souls that night.
It was so evidently wrong and yet felt so perversely right.
I gave my self to costume as i gave myself to you.
Yet the tenderness I sought, replaced by feelings born anew
Neath the dim light of the chandelier I hear the vague sound of your call.
Made furtive on Venetian wine, we were anyone’s at all.
Divine beauty gowned in crimson burlesque masked the contours of her face
In the darkness of the shadows I did untie her corset lace.
Was she someone’s lover? Maybe a mother and a wife?,
She gave herself in raptures glee, I ploughed her flesh gave her seed and swallowed her life
On the ravens crow a silence fell upon the congregation
I had pleasured souls of every skin and took lips of every nation.
I had reached the heights of heaven, now left to scourge the flames of Hell,
Begot both woman and man in impure acts of which I dare not dwell
Changed for the better or the worse? My life was never to be the same.
For I know the jester harlequin that lives deep within, will one day rise again.
Age:
41-45
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Male
