Pleasure Seller

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Carnival lights

This place is designed to relax the body and release the soul cold

With every step I could feel immorality's grip bold

Smoke filled the room

Whiskey laced eyes casted their gaze upon me through their dark comfort

To that comfort their soul is sold

I was new here

First timer, it was obvious

I tried to blend in but again I stumbled

My mind was accustomed to this desire, But my feet were new to this sin,

New to this bargain

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I frowned in false confidence as my treacherous heart pounded louder than my moral conscience sounded out.

Uncovered thighs advertised forbidden pleasures.

Nude body scattered around feasting on poor remnants of moral consciousness

I was high on the menu

Lips whispered hidden lies

Half closed eyes hid the pain in their lives

A pain I was about to shear

The pain of unending satisfaction

Near success and peace interrupted

Desire undying

The idol of lust personified by my first "seller of pleasures".

With intentionally half closed eyes hiding her pain she perfected her seduction

Again those lips called me an unfamiliar name in mock submission

Coaxing my members to desire and ovation

Lending my shaky limbs some audacity

Her carelessly parted knees affirmed approval

As her cheeks touched mine to whisper her lusty appeal

I could smell death beneath her heavy cologne and breath

She lead my hand to her breast

Luscious sacks of buttered emptiness and regret

As she swayed sensuously I recognized her

Not by her face or voice but the captor that held her

Generations after next he has been filth's master

A voice alerted me from heaven

This is she from the book of proverbs seven

Her name was irrelevant as passions have deafen me

My affections are irrelevant as this game lasts just a round and costs "an agreeable fee"

Her beauty is a curse for it floods my mind and will not let me be

Her flesh is my grave and will not set me free

Her body laid gently handing me vulgar authority

Whispered her chained soul to mine calmly, " this will cost you more than money".

Yes money changed hands

And soon blood would

Precious liquid life was about to be lost in a bottomless pool forever

By Kyng David, © 2013, All rights reserved.