It happened somewhere in the red light district….

A chaste brethren lay fallen tonight
in a corner room, in a district of red light

Wondering on actions that lead to this
the moment still fresh, he reminisce

Like delicate orbs wrapped in silken case
Delicious juices her carriages laced

The sweetest nectar from her breasts did he taste
To ecstasy’s gates his sensations raced

As though Lucid but still awake
In her fountains he finds his honey filled lake

His very first of such experience met,
skill in her torso turns him flounder in her net

Caution to the wind; mind set on fire
as he bites of the forbidden fruit in mindless desire

Finally an end comes to all good things
now on his back, the angel with broken wings

Tortured by the thought of a night passion’s end
with this lady of the night with a baby to tend

A photograph taken of the Red Light District i...

A photograph taken of the Red Light District in Amsterdam. It is also known as the “Wallen”. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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15 comments on “It happened somewhere in the red light district….

  1. 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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