Chris O'Carroll : The Nicest Vice

Again this month, the welcome gift --
The Playmate’s bottom pertly thrust
Toward my gaze, her jaunty bust.
My heart revs as my spirits lift.

In tangled bed sheets she looks trussed,
Which adds a naughty touch of spice.
Her lips are parted to entice.
With wanton flair her hair is mussed.

Her poses say she’s gladly mine.
I might be tongue-tied and nonplussed
In person. But like this, she’s just
Another willing concubine.

This flesh has been and will be dust,
But for today, the juices flow.
The nicest vice a lad can know
Is this. Let’s have a hand for lust.


Chris O’Carroll