“But if you’re looking for fastlove”…

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There’s a place on the island…
Where he sometimes goes…

And he drinks to forget…
Everything that he knows…

A place called “The End”…
Where the vodka runs free…

And once he submerges…
He’s freed from reality…

Allowing him to indulge…
In every aspect of Lust…

And inviting his morals…
To crumble like dust…

Where he takes his pick…
Of the girls so very pretty…

From here and from there…
Escaping shadows of the city…

Who provide entertainment…
All different shades of sin…

The things that he dreams of…
And make his head spin…

Black stockings with heels…
White blouses, short skirts…

Chains upon leather…
With whips that will hurt…

A place where his fantasies…
Are there on demand…

Where beautiful women…
Act upon his command…

Whatever his fetish…
No matter the turn on…

Slaves to their master…
From night until dawn…

When real life awakens…
And he has to go home…

Back to his loving family…
And their monotonous tone…

But always dreaming about…
The next time he’ll escape…

And return to “The End”…
Where the forbidden awaits…

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16 responses to ““But if you’re looking for fastlove”…

  1. Controversially, the forbidden is what any daring soul goes for.
    Well written, and thanks for dropping by to read my poems!

  2. Hi, J. I don’t know what ‘fastlove’ means, but if you could get back to me quickly regarding a certain question that I would like to query you about, I would greatly appreciate it.

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