Amsterdam

Desires from depths within

Douse the lamps
I find myself lost in a myriad of desires unfulfilled
As I scamper through my thoughts, I stumble upon a compartment
Dim lights barely illuminate the room as I can see silhouettes of bending figures, barely cladded
I feel like I've been here before
Deja vu
I find myself yearning to be lost in an avalanche of ambient music and intoxicating smoke
Blinding strobe lights and desperate sorority pledges serenade me
My senses heighten, conjuring lustful desires
Quaalude craze
I want her thighs around desperately
With an exotic demeanour, she approaches

Closing in on me
My senses tingle with each step she takes
I can tell she knows I'm a nervous wreck
Vulnerable, volatile
Whoever conjured this beauty, demi goddess of the Cassa Rosso
She takes a swipe at me as her fingers interlock around my neck with conviction
I could look into these strobe lights for all of eternity
She writhes
"You can't love me", I mutter vaguely
My hands feel numb as I feel my head spin like a carousel
I suddenly feel empty
I find no fulfilment in my romance with indulgence
My primrose path of vicious thorns
In circles I go, yet to find myself
My mind wanders off into an array of nothingness, as contortions stay the course

Author's Note

Immerse yourself