The end is near, for this cabaret.

I’ve seen virgins to this foreign land fumble, stumble and fail. Untouched by its freshly shaved field on a perfectly groomed day by its God or lost in the filthy, black forest of oblivion dominated by His rival. A game of exploration bred with some sick mistake of entering random, different, dirty and rugged roads. A driver with six years experience, riding on a crime with exasperated repetition, a self-indulgent re-offender. An alley cat walking these streets seeking any form of familiarity closest to home. A child living in the convenience of recklessness. Breaking and entering private properties of minimal sentimental weightage. Connections established between short hasten breaths. A fair exchange, a simple transaction between two willing parties payment made with no credit or cash. However, the receipt is hers to keep. With much adoration held for such a place so easily located everywhere, there is no satisfaction. I admit, I have visited many franchises. They may record my visit and put it for display in their little space for rent; I am definitely not of high value. I am not expensive. They are cheap.

Abstinence, a test of will; fooled me into believing that I could stop. Cold turkey. No need to frequent it, not even one, not even close to any. A traveler with no sense of adventure. Shelter for the stray cat. A repentant child waiting to enter the confession room. So the battle begins, but I am awaiting war. Guns at the ready and weapons graze my skin. Is it time to give in? A place of such brilliance I cannot afford to avoid. It is raw, lusting and magnificent. To want to be there should be a goddamn right. For three months, I stayed clean. Had it not appear in my face an unmistakable invitation, a strong magnetic attraction, I would not have failed. You light this road with adverts of your expertise. White flag in hand, I follow you back to your street. One chance to let a mistake run its course. You know how to make me crave it. I know I am weak.

Silence covets us.

You speak to disintegrate this awkwardness. I melt in your grace. You are ready to feed my addiction with no regard for my pain. We pause at the halfway house. Words lose you and your actions take the lead. We waltz down this street slow. Your sweat trickles down my face. No longer is this for the thrill, I need to break this; conquer your territory. You know your control over your land. Steady and slow I approach. You guide me down this forsaken two-way street.

This sacred space spreads all its glory solely for me. One single lane leading to a ripe, beautiful and discoloured door. No entrance fee. I am the access key.

There is no doubt. You are the right fit, I am guaranteed.

Monogamy is for the blessed few.

In you is my favourite place to be.