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A poem from 2016

Come over to my PleasureDomeTM

Fertile ground, virile ground

Gardens of D-lite

Bright

Greenery

The likes of which you’ll never see in Boringland

In Virtueland

You dolt! What are you waiting for? Here!

Six dozen whores or more

To treasure you

To caress you

To bless you

In bloody blood red

Cross over, cross over

Push you, shove you

*sighs* This should be easy!

Everything weighted in my favour

Odds stacked

Small inner voice smacked out of the ball park

No match for me!

I decree

Demon-lovers a plenty

Only a halfwit would resist

You see me through a mist

I offer you a stardust haze

Narcotic blaze

Crystal maze

Sugar craze

Poison (hey! That slipped out)

Forget I said that *bashful grin*

My song!

My symphony!

Moonlit sultanas

To please your ear

You can’t hear

Till you get here

What? Fear! *guffaw* *sneer*

That’s keeping you away?

Come, play

All the livelong day

I won’t say

A thing

To those you think are listening

What.Is.The.Delay?

I haven’t got all day! *checks watch* *crosses fingers* *leers*

You make it sound so good!

You make it sound so fine!

I wonder if I could?

I wonder if they’d mind?

Will I be the same?

Will I be ashamed?

Sounds so – tempting

Hey! What’s the Hell I am missing?

It’s my life anyway! *harrumph*

I’ll do what you say *hurray*

Open the gates

Enough of waiting!

I’m diving in!

I’m driving in!

Full speed ahead

Hormonally sped

Alive or dead

Here.I.Come!

*through bushes, over brambles, scrambled, flesh, torn, bled*

Epiphany!

Brighter colours I see!

Smells I never smelled!

Flavours I never tasted!

Elated!

Bye, holy moly nicey wicey traitors *wave*

New friends now

Dragging me along

Rushing me away

I won’t resist

Savour this bliss

Siren’s kiss

The edge

I pledge

To live life on

To give myself

Fully

To it all

Shapes

Lights

Dazzling

Unbounded

Unclouded

The world

My oyster

My plaything

My everything!

My all-I-need

My greed

Satisfied

Tried it all

Yes, I denied myself nothing my eyes desired

I refused my heart no pleasure

Anything I wanted I took

And it was putty in my bruised royal hands

It all turned to fool’s gold

And I grew older

And wearier

And more tired

And I saw it was all a waste

Never enough

Never ever enough

The colours faded

The fragrance a stench

Tasted bland

Milk of Parodies gone sour

Deflated me!

Little dogs laughed to see such fun

Mocking me

Despising me

Licking my sores

*Loser! Loser!*

The brink

The abyss

Headlong I fall

Abaddon

Abandoned

Who will rescue me from this body of death?