A Cage To Hold My Dreams
How Many Men Have You Humbled ?
How many men have you humbled,
with your shiny black hair
cascading down your back
and the smile of a tawny tigress
fresh from a night's scavenging
etched into your cruel mouth
Was it in the playground
or behind the corporation bus shelter
where it all began,
lifting your gymslip for the price
of a jam doughnut. And goading
the entire fourth form to commit
messy venial sins in their trousers.
How many victims have you since
enticed into ecstatic slavery,
queuing up to splash their juices
onto sexy photographs of you
torn from top-shelf magazines
I would be rich if I had a shilling
for every sucker
who awoke after a romp with you,
dungeon-fresh.
