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Night of Decadence
Seduction was our goal,
forgotten now in dark vice.
We are given to each other,
to indulge the mutual whims.
Angels turn their faces
devils blush with shame
as we indulge today
in thirsts finally sated.
Night of decadence,
ours for a time,
until we wake again.
The games we will play,
with rules oh so few,
to win is not the goal,
only to finish, again and again.
Unfetter the desires,
release soul's siren call,
nothing matters now
as dark needs are consumed.
Night of decadence,
ours for a time,
until we wake again.
Our souls revealed in brightest dark,
streaked with regrets put aside.
Innocence is now a relative thing,
shades of gray against black desires.
Nothing left to forgive,
all has been fully given
with the rest of life to forget
this night of our decadence.
Night of decadence,
ours for a time,
until we wake again.
Night of decadence,
may we stay for all time.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
Pop quiz... what happens when you write poetry while listening to the soothing sounds of London After Midnight? Answer... you end up writing lyrics like “Night of Decadence”. Song writers and poets beware!
forgotten now in dark vice.
We are given to each other,
to indulge the mutual whims.
Angels turn their faces
devils blush with shame
as we indulge today
in thirsts finally sated.
Night of decadence,
ours for a time,
until we wake again.
The games we will play,
with rules oh so few,
to win is not the goal,
only to finish, again and again.
Unfetter the desires,
release soul's siren call,
nothing matters now
as dark needs are consumed.
Night of decadence,
ours for a time,
until we wake again.
Our souls revealed in brightest dark,
streaked with regrets put aside.
Innocence is now a relative thing,
shades of gray against black desires.
Nothing left to forgive,
all has been fully given
with the rest of life to forget
this night of our decadence.
Night of decadence,
ours for a time,
until we wake again.
Night of decadence,
may we stay for all time.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
Pop quiz... what happens when you write poetry while listening to the soothing sounds of London After Midnight? Answer... you end up writing lyrics like “Night of Decadence”. Song writers and poets beware!
Published 25th Nov 2016
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26th Nov 2016 4:04pm
"Night of decadence," absolutely love this
title, your piece are extensions
of many portal, I do see.
Lovely
-Howlings
title, your piece are extensions
of many portal, I do see.
Lovely
-Howlings
26th Nov 2016 5:10pm
Thank you! I think this was one of my first truly erotic poems. I often write about dance as an analogy to more explicit forms of intimacy. I post my work to Facebook, so it has to have plausible deniability when it comes to the erotic. This hasn't stopped me from writing poems about things like oral sex, but these are terribly camouflaged if the reader is not in the "proper" mindset.
