Permission was given.
By the wickedest of women.
Asked again, only lightly.
Viewed from outside, it might seem ugly.
A mix of luxury and pornography.
But to the one so afflicted,
It was simply the best.
A need never known wanted.
Or a dream, easily forgotten.
Smiling lies and ignorant abuse.
Yet in the light the heart still clicks.
And it the morning, the flesh still meets.
Bring out your Dead.
