Love not being lustful enough to bask
on the scents of perfume eau de cologne
nothing cheap or tawdry could stoke the fires
gathered beneath a belt of strong whiskey
Long is the dawn of midsummer to crow
only until all are awake with light
vile brilliance of the sun for blind night owls
engaged in fulfillments found after dusk
How strange things never change when men bow low
as to obtain secrets when not alone
residence with women for their desires
bought and sold for both power and might
only foreign sex slaves draped beneath towels
realize no one cares if they are free
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