There is a place where burlesque is offered, With full crowds, and fuller coffers
Erotic Poetry
You and Me
Your seed, my need, I come, you feed
Your King
Thoughts of your tongue fill my mind, On a midnight drive along the sunset line
The Merchant’s Wife
Dwelleth there a merchant's wife, Who thinks fondly of the knights
Bless Me Father
Bless me Father, For I have sinned
Good Boy
To serve you, divine, Our lusts so entwined
Head
Digits intertwine, as lips envelope mine,
Of His and For He
On cotton covered throne she curls, A podium of swift-shed morals
Measure
Candles flicker on a breeze Barely felt, source unseen,
Savage Love
With beast she met on glen on fen
Fire-Side Tales 