pagan eyes!

 
 
don’t struggle, pretty girl
do not speak!
how brutal will I beat you
to make you weak
 
I’ve watched from afar
you’re so sexy and bad
you strut like a whore
to drive men mad!
 
firm breasts in your halter
that temptation knows
mini-skirt slung low
where your belly shows
 
your pagan eyes
are golden-flecked
you flutter your tongue
and quick, I’m erect!
 
stranger to heaven
never preached of the bible!
your lusty hips sway
in the dance of the tribal
 
harlot for hire
my desire, it screams!
but you leave me alone
alone in my dreams…
 
beseech not the stars
nor your goddess, the Moon
perdition’s bed awaits you –
I will own you, soon.
 
 
(painting by Eduardo Deza)