She waits for him
Behind closed doors
And lace covered windows

She waits in heels
Perfect hair and makeup
And nothing else

She waits for him
To open the door
And enter her fantasy

She waits for him
To acknowledge his mistress
And give into this

She is patient
Her whip will tell him the rules
And make him beg

She is treacherous
In her beauty
And her skills

She waits for him
And here he comes
I can hear footsteps in the hall...

I declare
A war
On your senses
Your thoughts
Your being
Your soul
.
I will haunt you
Play tricks on your
senses
Possess your mind
With images
Flashes of could be
Memories
And vivid
Oh so vivid dreams

I will bind you
Capture your spirit
Fixate your soul
In passion
Unfulfilled
yearning

Like you did
Me

There once was this place called the Corner
Attracting each poet and mourner
It would seem like the place
Where lyrics of grace
And beauty would make them feel warmer


But sadly the Corner would swarm
With predators seeking to warm
Their oversize egos
And feed their libidos
With chatting up girls as their form


As their poetic skills would deflate
They would rather on *** concentrate
So their primitive verse
Became far more perverse
When their  critics would start to debate

They wear masks
For beauty
Their faces painted white
With leaded powder
Lips and cheeks blushed
And watery eyes
They bleed
To become pale
Swallow arsenic
For that feverish blush
And they dance
In corsets
Laced up tight
So their ribs will bend
For beauty
Of cultivation

They wear masks
And they dance
To hide their nature
They wear patches
To cover up the cracks
The scars
The undesirable
real skin

I met her at the library

She was wandering the aisles

As usual

Browsing for a friend

It was her favourite place

But she was crying

Silently at first

She pulled out random books

Opened them and threw them

Increasingly violent

She emptied the shelves

screaming

She finally collapsed

In a pile of books

All empty

What would Adam have done
Had he spotted the snake?
Would he have cut off its tongue
To prevent the mistake?

Would the world still be bliss
Had our Eve not been tempted?
Was there something she'd miss
Which the snake just preempted?

What would Eden have looked like today
Had it not been for apples and lies?
Would we never have been lead astray
And thus never have found our demise?

What would Adam have done
Had he known
That the tree in the middle meant light
Cast 'pon business that was not his own
And forever filled dreams with fright?

Dried youth
Peels off
My face

Like paper
Memories
Of touch
Of years
And beauty
Past