House of Fun
Hear her whisper, whispers all about here
Look around but no one’s there
It’s the rustlings of dreams and fancies
She says it is “The House of Fun.”
Oh how she tempts and tantalises
Exciting each and every sense
Leaking moans of pleasure
Who can even dare defy her?
Who can ever turn her down?
Hear her whisper, cobwebbed muffled
She is lost in shadows still
Oh how she lures and baits and hooks
With honeyed pitch and hints aplenty
She’s telling of “The House of Fun.”
Smell the every nuanced essence
The heavenly promise of excess
How each and every session
Tips on the cusp of excellence
And oh the fun and laughter
The happiest of ever afters
Addicted by the mere suggestion
Who can even move to stop her?
Who can ever stay away?
Hear her whisper softly
Injected images stoking pure imagination
Tantalising close but ethereal
But oh, the indisputable appeal
The deal that can’t be missed
Axis of a thousand, pleasure cones
She’s driving to “The House of Fun.”
Crying in frustration now
Like an over-eager lover
Desperate for communion
Cursed
And needing
And wanting
And desiring
Demanding transport to the palace of
Perpetual rapture
News Flash:
Today a man was found dead at a place known locally as “The House of
Fun”. It is thought that his body atrophied and died; though the man, himself,
expired in a state of ecstasy as live electrodes were plugged directly into the pleasure
centres of his brain.
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