Shame Of Impotency Poem by Raken Marimuthu

I bought a young angel with all my gold
A Cleopatra of the bold brothels' fold
Priding in her royal flesh trade profession
Transparent as to who she is in confession
I took her to the best tallest hotel suite
Gave her best gifts to make her feel good
It was the best setting for a romantic day
To hold the gushing of the Amason lusty hay
Like the boiling steam she rose to the day
Took me to heavenly bliss that I can't say
Hours passed with her temperature high
My senses were warm and I was with a sigh
Player was not ready yet everything was in order
The game was cancelled for sexual disorder
Shame, my money's stimulants did not induce
All my filthy wealth had no power to produce
I sat back in disgust seeing her lisp the wine
Her steam still high needing a 'man' on time
I let her go, my head high, heart stooped down
Shame, impotency that made me a sexual clown
An inner shame that plucked my manliness
I am one in this shameful sexual show business
9pm Friday 30th August 2013, Puchong
Raken Marimuthu