Mental poker
By Paul B
Gentle contemplation in this world of trouble Look for that stated path amongst jagged rock To guide a troubled man to haven safe Maybe in soft loins of scented woman Peace can be found in carnal delight And meditate on peaceful fright But trapped in searing pain Locked in the mind of a dead man’s game Mocked by nature’s verdant green Surrounded by death most obscene O’ Lord above where are you now, When oppressive hate have hold the hour? I dreamt I sat at the card table, faced by your host My partner was Satan and devils galore And stud we dealt and in blood we toast But how could I trust in the devil’s flush Played against my single pair When you hold the joker’s power and more. Still in woman’s silky voice and gentle hand On the my sweated brow I could find heaven in the musk Delight in smooth thigh and pleasures surreal I drown in her mound of warmth Let the world loose, for I have sainted lust. Written February 19th, 2002 © on Feb 19 2002 10:19 AM PST 0 • 1
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