Erotic Like A Fickle Slut

[easyeverett]

Contented cordials I now sip
From ornate brandy glasses cut
To fit quite snugly on the lip;
Erotic like a fickle slut;

A lilac weds a ruby rose,
As taste of truth just grows and grows.

I tasted truth of pure desire;
My strung-out loins still stagger me
With heat that drips from raptures fire:
I stand before a sinner's sea,

Accused and then Indicted
With loins still quite excited.

I taste the truth of passion sure
With brandy snifter to my nose;
My twisted stirrings still a blur
I fall to rapture-laden woes.

Still dressed in golden armor by the sea
Exposed to more of my dark history.

I now have found the ancient city gate
Which leads me through a fortress made of stone;
As shadows slip and stretch my twisted fate
I suddenly have fear I'll die alone

Inside a magic hill
Where I can see her sitting still.

Extraordinary is her love-ripe beauty,
Honey-colored skin and raven hair.
I feel so up and ready for my duty,
I am one who needs no one to share. (smile)

Last night when Luciana came to sit
I knew the time had come for me to quit. (tears)

When young I met a friend along the way
We raced the Silver Bullet to get home -
My mind now often drifts back to that day
When I saw Death's dark shadow creep down from the dome.