Quill Of Prey

In for a penny, rumors of old men,
my pen, a quill of prey to devour
your soul from the dark side  
of my vocabulary in shepherd's tongue
 
a midnight lust fest at your behest,
here comes the dawn of awakening
waiting for the curtains to call,
an aria of my poetic macabre  
 
with the melancholia pulling strings  
from the dark side of labia majora,
pigeonholed to remember my addiction,  
in for a penny, rumors of old men
 
ejaculating an erotic interlude
with shadows from my nocturnal choir,  
from the semen seeds of my madness ,
waiting for the fuss to recede