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Prompted by: I Went ~C.P. Cavafy
I did not restrain myself. I let go entirely and went.
To the pleasures that were half real
and half wheeling in my brain,
I went into the lit night.
And I drank of potent wines, such as
the valiant of voluptuousness drink.
He was alone, and lonely. Nothing seemed to satisfy him.
The blond wandered out from his dingy hotel room as his feelings turned to randiness.
Illya tried to resist, but it was a losing battle. He wanted company, perhaps sex if he was lucky.
Luck, that was Napoleon's purview.
From the darkened rain covered streets he walked into a nearby tavern filled with the less venturesome street walkers.
As he approached the bar, they looked him over, sizing him up for his money and not for himself.
They were not what he wanted…though after some wine, they began to look better.