An abode of lingering desire and dark fornication,
Touched by tendrils of an ever present lust.
Step forth and claim your right,
Your inheritance,
Your just dessert.
In return I seek sacrifice,
A gift to my temple,
A phallic perversion,
An inch of your strength,
Or maybe six.
Caress me with your words,
allay my fears with your soothing touch,
Your nurturing thrust.
But beware the unsustaining embrace of the four letter word.
Do not trust it's lies,
Gamble with your get,
Your soul,
Your freedom.
Remember Troy, and the fall of nations.
The fallen are like a forest,
And in that forest we all must dwell,
Remember the warning and the revelation,
Here there be tigers.
