A chaste brethren lay fallen tonight
in a corner room, in a district of red lightWondering on actions that lead to this
the moment still fresh, he reminisceLike delicate orbs wrapped in silken case
Delicious juices her carriages lacedThe sweetest nectar from her breasts did he taste
To ecstasy’s gates his sensations racedAs though Lucid but still awake
In her fountains he finds his honey filled lakeHis very first of such experience met,
skill in her torso turns him flounder in her netCaution to the wind; mind set on fire
as he bites of the forbidden fruit in mindless desireFinally an end comes to all good things
now on his back, the angel with broken wingsTortured by the thought of a night passion’s end
with this lady of the night with a baby to tend
It happened somewhere in the red light district….


I really liked this passage! It’s so well-written and thought provoking.
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why thank you 🙂 … following you too! 😉
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Beautiful write. Very vivid and searching.
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I am glad you liked it 🙂
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You have a lot of talent festival king. Touching, thought provoking and beautifully written. You gave me a different perspective into “women of the night” and how it affects men too.”now on his back, the angel with broken wings.”
I’m now a follower! I
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O I’m glad it spoke to you … 🙂
Following your blog as well! Looking forward to reading your book 🙂
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Awesome writing! Very creative in getting two deep and expressive sides of an event into play. Love it
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thank you Scott 🙂
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Lovely yet ..hmmm…..interesting………………write up
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lol! well thanks! 🙂
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Oh this is a web spun with a bite..! The use of words is captivating, the story itself and the weight behind it galling. Thank you, very much.
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I am honored that you think that way about it 🙂
Cheers!
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Oh the honour is mine. Definitely.
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Nice job – you have powerfully captured the devastation wrought by such indiscretion. thanks FK!
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Thank you Ben! 🙂
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