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
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