Behind the Red Door (Deluxe Edition)

The Conclusion

This last rhyme, the dearest and the last

Marks my transition from the age of lust

For thus forkindered souls must roam,

And seek in stranger arts pleasure denied at home.

The human body is the epitome of poetic refinement

I perceive I have paid adequate homage to her saint.

Thus I avow to write no more

Unless a well deserving soul asks for an encore.