Dyer-Bolique

An inner smile spreads as my Dyer-Bolique strips,
Baring his true nature as a man revealing the flesh.
Such titillation, voyeurism with front row seats,
Man and monster rolled into one. The beast before me.

Blessed Dyer-Bolique!

Prospecting a future, your lamented incarceration,
Victim of your own wantonness, warmth soaks me.
As our joint prey takes its last breath, I harvest the offal,
Succulent for another feast.

My Crazed Dyer-Bolique!

Veritable mirrored demons at play in their lava,
As my admiration for you grows so too does a challenge,
To quell the screaming paranoia urging you to escape,
And fuel the curiosity forcing you to remain.

Tainted Dyer-Bolique!

Blazing the furnace I roast the remnants of our foe,
Food and fuel served as one, true economy,
Though economics are not required.
Ashes to ashes.

The adoration of my Dyer-Bolique waking me,
Rousing the sleeper from her archaic coma,
Blessing my crazed and tainted Dyer-Bolique.
Our union…Welcome!

Blessed Dyer-Bolique!

Leaving behind our nemesis as he warms the hearth,
Finding warmth in each other,
Suggestions flow.

My Crazed Dyer-Bolique!

‘The dice has been thrown in your favour,
Find a deserving deer, let us hunt together,
Let us incorporate new methods,
And not stagnate.

Tainted Dyer-Bolique!

Justice must fit the crime, passion burned with passion,
And the victim aptly punished.
Punishment will fit the crime,
Let justice dominate.’

The adoration of my Dyer-Bolique…Welcome!