Crisp air envelopes me
developing my tapestry
of senses pitched to perfect tunes.
Ready to receive the news
of falling snow and winter days
where night is just a memory hazed.
Shattered by the light of day
beaten bruised and thrown away.
So tie me down to my soft bed
till sleep overcomes my head
and makes me fly so far within
tasting pageantries of sin.
A simple mind would balk this flavor
bittersweet and meaty craver.
Savor that which comes to me
in those so rare and pleasant dreams.
Where all I know is cold and bare
where all I need is stripped with care
and I am naught but primal desires
a whore a pimp a whole damned quire.

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