There's a place I go
From time to time
When my riddle
Needs a rhyme

When things get hot
Too hot to handle is
When I lean against
The Luct Mantel

Its look is rococo
Adorned with art deco
Enriching and enticing
If only for the afterglow

But there it looms
The elephant in the room
Anecdotal antidote
For all that ails you

There's lots of pretty vases there
It's hard to choose one
The Lust Mantel
Is loads of fun

Your secret take
Atop your fireplace
Beneath your fetishes
Catch fire

You can run or even hide
So long as you
Keep your thoughts
On the sly

No need to feel guilty
No need to feel small
After all you're feeling
Quite tall

Allow for pie in the sky
Don't be nervous
Embers only glow
If you stoke your furnace

There's lots of pretty vases there
It's hard to choose one
The Lust Mantel
Is loads of fun

Oh some days
I'm Dudley Moore
Tumbling down the
Backside of Beverly Hills

Other days
I'm Warren Beatty
Mounted on my motorcycle charging
Up those same luscious hills

The Lust Mantel
Is my own movie
I get to choose
Its cast

The ensemble
Is aplomb and aplenty
The impression is
One that lasts

It includes among others
Julie and Bo
Annette and Michelle
And oh I'll stop there
Before I go on to Uma
Oh that little Uma

The search
For connection is
Ripe with
Frustration

More
Motivation for
Individual
Celebration

The other gender
Is a generous lender
As the interest
Rate varies

I'll leave to other
To go figure
Our mutual and
Lasting desire

Should there be
No help to
Meet your
Needy yelp

Don't be afraid
To take things
Into your
Own hands

Life rips your heart out
And asks you to breath
Slices a machete through your heart
And wonders why you bleed

Tears let the
Head leak
To lessen
The load

Let your
Faucet Flow
You'll feel better
From head to toe

There's lots of pretty vases there
It's hard to choose one
The lust Mantel is
Your gaslight
Your lantern
Your searchlight
Your sunrise
Your North Star
Your South Star
Your Moonbeam
Your worrystone
Your wishbone

The Lust Mantel
Is your roman candle
In the cave
Of love