At night
we take delight
in the fantasy of unholy lust
and sadistic desire
which burns in the fire
of our soul's own morbid wants
sexual pleasures
And when the urges
burn
and turn
and so begins
the seeds of sin
the door opens
and she slithers in
In our minds
the thought we find
of that sweet little memory
and lustful being
that precious thing
of our craving and savage taste
of sweet lust
When the shadows
creep
and weep
and so begins
the slithering end
the eyes open
and the eternal creeps in.