"My Scarlet Harlot"

"My Scarlet Harlot"

Spiritual schemes in unfamiliar themes.
Critical cream hits the skin before the gleam.
Skin pale in hue.
Pure hell in view;
But I see no evil.
Eyes full of distortion
in lieu of your generous portions.
I shout towards the sky.
Thought you were a blessing from on high.
Never thought I'd have to sigh.
Time surely flies.
I spent most of it trying to float.
Wet dreams are the means
For the words I swore I wrote.
Could've sworn better.
Thought that I would never.
You collect the love letters.
Mere notches in your belt.
You hate the holistic;
But apply it to yourself.

No doubt you love yourself.
Keen on selective preservation.
No concern for weather
Or the nature of your ledger.
Fresh blood stains
mix well with pouring rain.
Victims get the hose again.
There's no lotion for the skin.
There's nothing to win
When our insatiable lust
Meets your unwavering hunger.
Rough sex and torn flesh.
Private rooms become tombs
That all eventually escape
Before returning in your twisted glory.
We are the statutory:
Souls full of direction
That chose to toss the map
for one avid in detection
Sitting firm upon our laps.
Passed around without a sound.
We acknowledge the shame
but love to play the game
As long as no one is around.

Profound how we seek crowns
For those who "Ho around."
We frown if we go around town
and find nothing to pound.
A few rounds with round brown
Or light skin. Or buttered tan.
Or a caress from the darker hue.
You are truly pale in hue.
Nearly see through;
But we see no evil.
Heartless witch resembles hell's angel;
But so many are willing and able.
Obtuse expectations crushed by a cute angle.
The harlot in the H2 with the sunroof view.
Eyes to the sky with the tears you will cry
As you laugh at God between each sigh.
Another heart ripped fresh from lustful flesh.
Conquest not reserved for the contrite.
No remorse in the middle of the night.
The break of day will see you steal away.
Laden with impurity. Soaking in your sins
Like swine in salty brine.
You should be reviled. You're as bitter as bile;
But forbidden fruit has deceptive sugar.

I have arrived; knowing I'd soon realize.
Call me the antithesis of prodigal.
The one victim that returned
With much more to earn
Than another night of brief desire.
You with the fiery eyes and thick thighs.
Hair cherry red and longer than you said.
Crimson lips glossy red that invite souls to bed.
Names dangle from your calves
to just right above your ankle.
Your collection is extensive.
Their donation so expensive.

I once stood in need of quench
In the presence of a wench
That would alter her forms
To conceal what intends to harm.
Dissolute in your lust driven swarm.
Warm in your offering contingent upon desire.
Appealing to the ire of the one who got away
Or one who wipes away words we want to say.
You would rearrange your pores
To resemble the girl next door
Or the one who deserved more
That was left washed upon shore.
You are our wildest dreams
and our heart's true desire.
Too bold to hang behind the scenes.
You'd prefer we see the fire.

You are the tragedy of fantasy.
Calamity with a deep throat
and a bevy of back shots;
But I've studied the plot.
Far too hot to blow your cool.
There is limit to your rule.
The carpenter is still a tool
And you will fall through your foundation.
You enslave whole nations.
Aware of your wiles
But afraid to resist your trials
My life comprised in miles
And I've come back to strip you naked.
Your looking glass riddled with names
Is now your mirror filled with shame.
Play your twisted game!
Peel away those perfect pores.
Reveal blemishes and sores.
Calloused are your knees.
Lips riddled with disease.
Blow yourself a kiss.
Enchant yourself until you're fed
Then indulge in countless beds
Until you wish you were dead.

You own nobody.
You belong to everybody.
Everyone.
Every son of a mother.
Every sister's brother
That you once smothered;
Sapping life from them for fun
Before hiding from the sun.
Laugh at he who sits high
And he will smile back.
Those fiery eyes despise the sky
And everyone knows why…………P†F

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz