DREAMS de SADE
by Kenn McDowl
we were softly speaking
she was bubble bathing
the Fates were nearer creeping
thoughts were misbehaving...
her voice was spun from dew
as havoc clutched its sword
flaming trumpets loudly blew
pronouncing The Prince of Fraud...
snakes from the womb of night
brought me to my knees
a lustful howl of delight
as I nourished from her tease !