(A lone voice whispers.)
I've seduced so many
From all races
All sex's
Oh
So many countless old and new faces
With such enticing words
So rhythmically and seductively compelling
Like a form of silent yelling
A self-inductive current for their soul
That can be either destructive or constructive
But be careful if you summon me
To visit
Or I could hypnotise you to crave more
To open that hidden Red Door
To your innermost
Curiosity or desires
Fires
Of the Unknown
Which lies in The Nexus
The very centre
Of all those hidden compartmentalized emotions
You own
To create such a magnificent
Self-Pleasure City
One that Freud would rejoice in
With the Pleasure and Principle as President
To help you win
Or overcome sin
When one needs primary gratification
A release of all happy or old painful sensations
Containing nations of
Thirst
Anger
hunger
Or sex
Which lay in your souls innermost
Vortex
A city free of any ethics committees
But where
Salacity
Will be
The only form of
Pity
Where
I'll hold you like a wilting red rose
Caress your spirit
When needed
In any love letters
You'll write
For they all matter
Call to you
At any given hour
As my new slave
Subservient to my visceral powers
And lead you
Into my pagan-lettered
Cave of Expressions
I also use as my penitentiary
Until I drink and eat all your innocence
Within a butterfly's heartbeat
Where
Afterwards
I'll curse you to bare your soul
Daily
As an indentured conscript
To create newly dipped scripts
In your hearts well
Like so many others
Of my indoctrinated addicts
Who from morning
To midnight
Yell
Silently
While composing
Or confessing
Possessed
Under my spell
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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