Let Me Dine On Immoral-Flesh

Let me dine on immoral-flesh
So readily on display
Let me sup on the promiscuous
Who will let me have my way
Let me exorcise my desires
On the willing assets of the age
Let me use them and abuse them
While they brazenly assuage
Let me chose from the buffet
One who will eagerly delight
It takes very little effort
If you do the thing right
Just start at Weatherspoons
On almost any given night

Having One's Way

A poem which appears as sinister as it is sensual harbours an amusing little twist which revolves around Weatherspoons, a pub chain famed for selling extremely cheap beer.

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Sensual Poems

Let Me Dine On Immoral-Flesh

Having One's Way

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