Neo Religion

Dance with the lady of despair
In her velvet gloves and lace veils
With those red lips parted so sweetly to draw you in,
That exquisite flower that blooms to fire
That she accepts without complaint.
Watch her eyes staring up at you so intently
As though by catching your gaze she can enslave your soul.
She is the preacher of a new religion
A believe in a Calvinistic approach
She is a reformer of the heart strings
A theologian in her willingness to serve
To take her pupil in to the base of his desire.
There is no love in her embrace
No Judas kisses or false pretenses.
Simplicity in an act of pleasure, momentary ecstasy.
And when the flames erupt
And she swallows the molten liquid
She takes another into her congregation.
She is the parishioner of the new neo religion
That whispers that there is no love in the world
No fairytales or happy endings or anything more
Then the primal act
That brings a momentary release from pain.
And as you go out into the world
You will realize that she has left you with her touch
And you will spread the religion
Of the lady of despair
And continue with zeal
Her misery business.