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The samisen sits

Alone in the far corner

Untouched and ignored

Long black hair now wig

Slipping off of red-head spikes

Sweat dripping downwards

White paint smudged onto

The embroidered kimono

Red lips smile faintly

The sash is removed

The body turns as it is

Exposed -- the wolf snarls

Tattooed skin gleaming

Arcane runes and a large wolf

Eyes shining at prey

Acid burn on his arm

Aches in fresh recollection

Egyhon's final price

"We all have secrets,"

The boy says as his back speaks

In inhuman tongues

More clothing removed

He stands there with nothing on

But he pays no mind

Skin revealed slowly

Like a burlesque performed in

The slowest motion

He knows he is old

But the soft smile on his lips

Makes him feel younger

Wiry muscle jumps

Under the gentle stroking

Of a practiced hand

Time drags and pulls him

Inexorably towards

A singular state

Push and pull and push

His skin slick and yet sticky

Flesh cleaving to flesh

A moment soon comes

Toes curl and mouths open wide

Gutteral shouting

He tells the tale

Of the rituals before

When cleanup was pride

Damp tissues in hand

Hello Kitty smiling wide

Masculinity

He slips on a robe

And helps him with the kimono

Wig slightly askew

A single shared glance

All the words left unsaid now

Expressed in the eyes