My travels of Thailand 2 of 4

My travels of Thailand 2 of 4

And having her would be like drinking poison. So she smiled
A Giaconda kind of smirk: a mystery
To those who dare not know
The dark, Satanic secrets of this whore, who'd drive men wild,
Changing Saint John the Baptist into Herod--he
Who thoughtlessly sinks low

And only rues his lewdness when it's too late to reverse
His beastly groping.  This, Salome's brash ambition,
Is rarely ever thwarted.
She uses sexuality and pleasure as a curse
On thinking men, because she knows it is her mission
To make men's thoughts distorted.

She hates all people who seek knowledge, who wish to be wise,
And who prefer love to salacious licking.  She
Would turn them upside-down,
As her bent-over, warped morality is.  She, in disguise--
A cunningly unclothed voluptuous Circe--
Has a smile to make men frown.

At last, the room was ready, and the whore took him inside.
She had indulged his hands to travel up and down
Her dales and rolling hills
While they were outside waiting, for she had no wish to hide
Her pleasing places from him.  Now she knew she'd drown
Him in a flood of thrills.

Before the cleaning lady left, she asked him for a tip.
He offered her a lot more money if she'd stay
And clean his dirty places.
She giggled with surprise at how this man wanted to slip
Out of his clothes in front of her.  One didn't pay
Her to have well-known spaces.

Her greed, nevertheless, would overcome her modesty;
And soon he was as naked as Salome was,
Though he did hesitate
A little to remove a bracelet that symbolically,
Stood for his sweetheart's love.  A tempted boyfriend does,
This when it's not too late
Yet to get dressed again and leave a brothel
Still, his lust
Would overcome fidelity, and his girl's gift
Was dropped upon his jeans,
With all his other clothing, on the floor.  He thought, "I must
Release my passions--exorcise them; then I'll drift
Back to more faithful scenes.
With my sweet girl although the cleaning woman washed him on,
The outside, on the inside his filth grew and grew
As he enjoyed her touch.
When she was finished cleaning him, before she would be gone,
He'd have her wash Salome's body: this he'd view,
Licking his lips very much.

Both women grinned as every crevice of Salome's tanned,,
And sultry body was washed clean.  The cleaning lady
Was glad to get his cash,
And yet, who knew if her lewd passions, too, were being fanned?
It's common to be so inclined toward what is shady,
And sexually brash

In such a place as this.  She'd cleaned him just as eagerly.
He knew, and it inflamed his passions all the more.
The cleaner left the room,
With quite a wad of Baht, and now Salome's nudity
Was all his for the tasting.  He got on the whore;
Desire did him consume.

Siam can be a Sodom for those who are so inclined.
This Herod knew Salome's flesh in all those ways:
He entered at the top,
Explored her down below, and analyzed her from behind.
Most willingly, she would allow these wild forays,
For she would have him stop

Having affection for his girl, and trade true love for sex.
When they were finished, she offered to go with him,
Back to his hotel room.
The young man fought against his lust, resisted Salome's hex,
And said, "The chances of me going with you are slim;
I would rather resume

My love for my sweet girl.  St. John rose up in him again.
Salome knew anticipating later lust,
Was how she'd keep him hers
Very well.  For now, let's go back to the bar for drinks, and then,
If you want, we'll go to your room for many a thrust,"
She said, with many purrs.

By nutbuster