and it is the thrash of limbs, in my bed   that keeps me from sleep, if I could sleep   it is the musky scent of their sex   bodies intertwined, that beckon me   with identical smiles, they said nothing   but unsistely kisses   in the torchlight, in the halflight   I listen to them come      "oh, Marguerite, we'll have to submit to his will..."   " we'll have to submit..."      beckoning me, seducing me   hand in hand, body on body   moist to the touch   the sweat soaked back that writhes in my hands   the bottomless eyes, cold grey eyes   that stare as I come      and the rasping, ragged breaths and    the entanglement of limbs   trace the bead of perspiration   that hypnotises, mesmerises   I inhale the sweetness of   the innocence that I destroy   my shadow rises and falls   to the dance of the torchlight      pleasure - delight - domination - damnation