I appreciate whores, DO YOU?
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the language in the dimmer rooms seems to represent its light source well
how soft they speak and seem to be at peace
with the movement of the music and the madness that is pulling me into this
and the shades of the lamps are woven red
the light, it stains and consecrates
anointing all forgotten forms that swirl and smoke
and haunt this place
the girls in gowns all nurse the dark
pulling it near to their swelling breasts
and watch as it seeps to their hearts
and beats within their virgin chests
and here i know seduction breeds from wanton hearts that would
seduce and grows and spreads its vine
and leaves embracing those who might have moved
but now we`re made to drink the night from vials black and thick
with such intoxicating delights would leave you drunk
inside this dream