Here is sin personified You can smell it in the air Coaxing you in with its sweet Tantalizing bouquet of fragrance You can hear its seductive call An androgynous voice subtle Both masculine and feminine For a price you can see it Dancing in feathers and leather Shedding both with delight For a price you can taste it With a hunger of tongues Licking salty lips for more For a price you can touch it Nothing is out of reach If a bargain can be reached Here you can have anything It just comes with a price That isn’t always money Sin doesn’t come without a cost Sometimes though it’s worth it
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2 thoughts on “Poem: Muerte Las Vegas”
Oh the last line is too cold for its own good. Wonderful! 🙂
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