Roving restlessly like a rootless tramp
From land to land
Longing for a refuge, a resting place
After a long search
I have found at last
Cleopatra Calcutta!
In your loving embrace
My resting place.
With clotted veins and a punctured heart
My lungs like a blacksmith's bellows
Gasp for breath breathing with labor
In my labor of love.
No longer frivolous as a young flirt
Wasting no time in futile foreplay
Ferociously kinky at your menopause
Like a furious female spider
You have caught me in a vicious coil
Of your spreading loins
And without being unnecessarily coy
Before my bulging bleary eyes
You have exposed that unique sight
Your filthy fathomless abyss
Going down down in an endless spiral
In a blindingly maddening crescendo of orgasm
You squeeze my life out of me
Inexorably sucking me into that black hole
On the brink I struggle and look agape
But neither my body nor my soul
Can by any means escape.
Oh Calcutta!
Cleopatra Calcutta!
In your loving embrace
In your deadly embrace
I have found my resting place
My last resting place
My grave.
