6.05.2012

A MANtelpiece

Directly above my fireplace I keep my most prized possessions
On a winter's night I keep warm with the memories of these past conquests 
My menagerie: different sizes and shapes shades and weights 
All Mine. 
A collection of vast proportions
Eventually I yield to desire and wanton pleasure 
This is my legacy
I am a hopeless case
A glutton for ecstasy 
A slave to lust 
I refuse to let this just gather dust and go to waste just for a taste of something semi-permanent

I crave the adventure of unexplored boundaries, secret thrills 
Lies that kill 
on the darkest night 
In my darkest hour 
I find my power deep within 
Who would have thought that skin so paper-thin could encapsulate the sweetest sin?

Directly above my fireplace I keep my most prized possessions
On a winter's night I keep warm with the memories of these past conquests: my menagerie

On cold and lonely nights they keep me warm 

but on hot nights like these?

I only need them to do one thing:

Stand Still.













iNi
still not a poet
NadYa Dee