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Jessie Johnson
Celebration
Decadence and grandeur.
A large spacious room with tiles like a golden sunset
spilled across the floor.
Flickering flames atop the pillars
like the writhing twisting bodies of the beautiful boy dancers.
Young warriors called to indulgence
Rich with propriety but here shed their pretenses.
For the sweet, seductive calls of their sirens
to entice to intoxication and the pleasures of the flesh.
Young delightful bodies
Gentle masculinity, soft and warm to the touch
In their midst a boy unlike any of the others
Hair as red as wine, and skin as white as rain.
A touch of the hand, and a hot whisper
Won’t you come and dance with me?
The Master of the evening pulled into his intoxication
High on the rhythm and the sound and smell of lust
Relax,
Let me move you.
I’ll take you high.