Or the circumstances of my life
I am old enough to know better
And caught in a crazy dream of love as you are
I am still young at heart to make your knees buckle
While you squeal with pleasure and pain
Close your eyes and enjoy the orgasmic mystery while it lasts
For such decadent things always come to an end
And leave an enduring scar
Who is more the fool for saying so?
The fool or the fool who opens the door to sexual mayhem and passionate art?
I am that fool and who are you my darling
In the dark?
I can kiss you until it hurts
And leave your body glistening with sweat
As it levitates across the astral plane
I am the man and the monster
Your savior and your doom
My 3 am whispers will haunt you for the rest of your life
And the taste of me will inabit your soul
When you remain alone
Meaning is a whore to convention
Bland reality is sucking the life from you as you ponder
What I say and if it can be
Slippery slopes injure some and bring others ecstasy
And who am I to push you where you don't want to go
Turn out the lights if you dare and wonder where this leads
In the dark you will find me
Always
In the dark
It will not matter
What the world says
In the morning.

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