Sliced Loins

 

When she was done
pillaging my soul
and ravaging my bank account
the lovely Jezebel succubus
I so deeply loved
disposed of my emasculated carcass
like a used up candy wrapper

The real continuing tragedy
of my sad story
is that even after
this betrayal of trust
I would take her back tomorrow

with open arms and credit cards

Such is the blind power of lust

I do so wish

me and my perpetually

in heat gender

could learn from the hard lesson

that inevitably happens

when we follow

our wrong frickin head