MY POEMS #12 'Prisoner of Pleasure'
By Jesse Young (2012)
The pallid prince entombed far-deep,
A pleasure prison his soul to keep.
Boring lustful through wanton tomes,
In rude recline he made soft moans.
Sensuous vapours ignite the air,
As naked flesh is brought to bare.
Oiled skin arches in mad cavort,
As lewd acts yet unknown are sought.
Poised supine for endless ravish,
But never do these urges vanish.
Sublime though once it was to him,
Life so debauched was wearing thin.
His face contorts at pleasure's peak,
Shows agonies he dare not speak.
For though meaning has departed,
Some realms still remain uncharted.
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