Sinner's Paradise

I fear I am losing touch, sinking deeper inInching closer to the other side, that partThe side where the grass is greener, that partTo the point of no return, that part.Where the laughing Monsoon winds blow chillyBlurring with the beckoning the low fog that clingsWhen fussing people, whizzing and freezing, opt for socks, scarves and pulloversAnd still the wind penetrates the polyester fibres with absurd easeMy traitorous body in the moist mist longs for that humming and buzzingYearning for briskness, coming to a crescendo of oceanic wavy movementThat would rid me of all these polyester restraintsTo come undone, revel in the March madnessAnd parts so private begin to penetrateBold and choked in this treachering cold, cussing and suckingSo addicted to his ravenous body heatHook, line and sinkerMoving to the age-old danceWhere the music’s in the moaningGrinding and flowing till the morningLoad, stock and barrelI refuse to make it out of this cocoonI am sinking furtherDon’t you dare draw me outNot even with the coming of the first light.