Composer

A cold draught sweeps across the wooden floor of the Theatre Royal
It is so late, should you really left working alone to burn the midnight oil?

Such an eerie atmosphere surrounds when everyone has left the theatre
The candles have almost burnt down how quickly they lose their scent and luster

The stalls are empty, the hour too late the darkness so serene and tranquil
Please leave your manuscripts of musical notations put down the quill

Sir, you are so deep in musical concentration, my Lord, my Lord
Withdraw the skilful hands that agonize the keys of the harpsichord

Tomorrow inspiration will flourish the composition of your song
The open fire in my bedchamber beckons’ it’s where we both belong.

Take my hand, come sit in front of the fire be comfortable on the chaise longue
Relax open your inner thighs I will massage away the day’s tiresome fatigue

Before the soft candlelight dwindles share with me a glass of vintage Madeira
Its influence will help you forget your angelic sonatas in favour of a new opera

Create new diva to tread the boards of the Theatre Royal a charmed harlot
Devious beguiling tightly corseted in the richness gold and red velvet scarlet

A woman without a conscience her actions so completely sexually depraved
Upon her breasts and the hollow of her back your libretto could be engraved

Across her four-poster bed fragrant red rose petals are randomly scattered
Tide to the bedpost to be whipped with golden chains to her ankles tethered

As the music reaches its crescendo imagine the expression of the audience’s eyes
When in agreement to her captor she offers herself up to him to sodomise.

The stringed quartet and deft virtuosity of haunting music by the lead violin
Composed in unison with her screams as he elegantly stretches her anal skin.

Without prejudice with the freedom of her artistic license no one can berate
She could take the dildo and to the baroque music openly masturbate.

Large burning candles light up the night with the scent of the 17th century
Secret whispers under a draped gold brocade canopy - unadulterated luxury.

This is the opera of a Diva, a muse, fallen temptress and a true portrayal
Of a woman that will swallow your piss and desires the cat o nine tails….






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