On the ropes,
Lashed by storms of desire,
That mast, that pole,
Forever climbing higher,
Sirens, vixens of the sea,
Serenade the pain,
On my burning flesh,
All their hands had lain,
There a shadow from the sky,
Spies from halo of the moon,
Barely dressed in black,
Her smile, it made me swoon,
In the darkness of my mind,
Long the fever, hot as hell,
In the arms of her embrace,
Forever was, I tell,
But then a shout, a slap, and then another,
A dungeon cold held shackles tight,
Now loosened from their might,
A voice it said, you best take flight,
Terror set my bones to run,
Moaning bodies left and right,
The only light, that of the sun,
Slowing down my fright,
A Volvo and a gentleman,
Helped me in the door,
Dressed he was like Dracula,
He asks, are you still sore?
My mind now calm, my rhythm steady,
I spoke the words he said,
Georg it was I realized,
Pained and sore climbed out of bed.
With tender feelings all this write,
Warn those, with fire that would play,
Stay away from Georg that night,
That’s all I have to say!©22/10/2009
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