I lost a world the other day.

Has anybody found?

You'll know it by the row of stars

Around its forehead bound. *

Alas forsaken sheath!

And be damned my reckless choosing

Vanished, vagrant, lost of mooring

Lingering, adrift and oozing.

 

Forgive my night’s poetic excursion into the macabre and a condom retrieval ceremony most dire. I trust I haven’t frightened you away. Welcome to Kinky Nightmares Volume 3.

Beware the wrong sized condom and the dreaded midnight salvage.

*From Emily Dickinson's Lost.