Benjamin Posted November 6, 2017 Share Posted November 6, 2017 Wrapped in a silken swathe of old world sin That can't escape the privilege of rank A secret present more than just a dance Made more salacious by seductive wine An incarnation of undying lust Floating in air behind temptations veils As ardour grows and reason fails In tales more plentiful than motes of dust Till naked in that land of no return Inhabited by maggots and lost souls Bereft of wiles and all those worldly charms That quieted unquietable qualms Stands lost in contemplation of two holes Whose once-lived eyes beheld their bright new dawn Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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