Little Judas

I met at Marais a young man on the street

A caprice of the moment and girlish innocent teen

I lit his cigarette from my scented Dubeque

Auguste Langlois a wide-eyed accomplice a pet


He had blue liquid eyes and an ordinary appeal

Acting younger and older than I knew he could feel

He was eager and greedy for new explorations

He was my sort of date

When your naïve and curious


And it’s sad when you’re old and have gold in your heart

You’re forced to act out a predatory part

If I’m always the loser there’s no winner at all


A brothel his play pen with Madame Louré

She perfumed her breasts in my own favourite way

And so like the devil I lured him to lust

And murderous desires

That were way beyond his cost.


He had blue liquid eyes and a criminal appeal

But he didn’t take the bait

It was not to his feel

I was ruin, he knew it

Capricious, pernicious

He’s my little Judas

When you’re lonely and curious


And it’s sad when you’re old and have gold in your heart

You’re forced to act out a preditary part

If I’m always the loser there’s no winner at all