PLEASURES OF VENUS (Venery)

Oh Venery! Sweet Venery
The pleasures of Venus are no longer mine
Venus, with it's cliché passion
Candied inclinations
Blemished fancies
I know all too well.
Venery no longer follows me
Like a shadow 
Nor do I idolize it
Carrying it's luggage where it goes
Venery does not appease me
None of it's shallow jewels
Acrylic harems 
Or steel vacous promises
Could ever pull me into it's abyss!?
And I have licked your honeyed sugar from my lips
And I have drowned in your lavish velvets and silks
And I have guzzled your wines, till I fainted in your arms
And I slept in your bed
But when I awoke 
My lips were but sticky, attracting flies
My body was furiously perspiring
And my head throbbed
All too much
All in excess
If the pleasures of Venus are no longer mine
What other pleasures have I to find?
If the pleasures of Venus are mine to demand
I will be left with no more then flesh to hand?
For I can always sit in Venus's pleasure seat
But it does not guarentee a life complete
No, mere and only pleasures of Venus
Are hardly 
Enough
For me
For me, my life
And not Venery.