Asylum dreams
Setting in my padded cell
With one foot in the gates of hell
Demons taunting me at my feet
With loving stories bittersweet
Tempting me at heavens gates with lustful passions
And a sinful face
A body like virgin wine
Tempting my flesh
Taking my time
My comfort is it’s valium time
The needle pricks me and helps me unwind
Raving red hair and blushing checks
With leather curves oh so sweet
A rising image in my head as they chain me to the bed
Fighting off the coming peace
Gasping for air
Trying to breath
A calming in my veins
Soft and fuzzy
a pulse with no pain
Warring with my sleepy eyes
Wishing my hands could touch her things
As the sand drops to me
I hope I can go on with this lustful valium dream.
Scott Baker
