Poem: Muerte Las Vegas

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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