y friends told me you were deadly,
I did not believe them then.The blushing bloom upon your cheeksLured and pulled me in.Coy you were and hard to get,Eluding my embrace.But promises, oh promises,And then at last a taste.I wound myself about you.Each kiss I took begged more.I felt myself a mountain tall,In heaven I would soar.And then at last you’d given meA glut of deadly sinNo matter what I took of youIt could not fill me in.And then at last there I writhedTortured and convulsedFever soaring unassuagedBy friends and all repulsed.I lay in ghastly agonyAll joy in life had passedAnd you, you whore, you;You just stood there and laughed.