I inched through thick leather flaps;
a strap tied around my wrist—
a marked beast.
Hidden within a caged nook,
I tore away my modesty.
I sashayed into the arena,
occupied by false gods and beauties.
Dim light slashed chained writhing males,
lost inside a drunken haze.
The stench of faceless men bled
while they squandered their seed
over devils and monsters.
Blood Burning
sweet perfumes linger longer than warmth