Behold, all around you; Eyes eloquent but mute,

Searching, staring, longing,

Unable to refute

Their consuming hunger,

The undying fire

That burns and keeps on burning

In the prison called Desire!

 

Each night somewhere they gather,

The so-called unattached

And there rehearse in silence

The lies that they have hatched.

With restful ease abandoned

And cool disinterest feigned,

With laughter simulated

And courage unattained.

Victims of doubt and anguish,

They choke upon the rope

Bound tight to them by fear,

The enemy of hope.

Yet still each night they gather

For while the fires burn

They reach the river thirsty;

Drink not and must return.

 

Then, one night, he sees her

And soon she meets his eye,

Instantly deciding,

“Yeah, I could fuck this guy.”

His mates all laugh and stir him

But they couldn’t wish for more.

When he leaves with her they yell,

“Oi, the bastard’s gonna score!”

A short walk from the dance floor

To where a shadow’s cast,

Against a dusty brick wall-

A relic of the past.

Hands swiftly find employment,

She ventures down below

And gasps with expectation

For he has begun to grow.

He holds her head and marvels

At the softness of her hair

Then finds her lips and savours

The tightness he finds there.

Full and red they glisten

Like a forest flower;

Lips that say, “I want you,

I’m ready to devour.”

His muscles strain, her teeth clench

With each thrusting stroke;

Roll your eyes back baby

And the deity invoke!

She breathes the cold air deeply

And feels her body surge,

Tingle, heave and rattle

As he brings her to the verge.

 

“Come!” The serpent beckons,

“I swear to set you free

From that irksome shackle –

Responsibility!

Far from fear and burden,

Out on my astral plane,

Lost in the firmament,

Safe from the demon pain!”

 

At last a word is spoken,

A sacred, solemn word,

Distinct and oft repeated

But little more than heard.

They sigh but not in sorrow

Though loss shall be their lot

And by this time tomorrow

Tonight shall be forgot.

Their eyes shall join those others

That stare out of the gloom;

The famished and the weary

That haunt each smoky room,

Longing for but a moment

To quell the raging fire

That burns the heart to ashes

In the furnace of desire!