She rejected my advances

all with roses in hand

the gentleman, the pomp and circumstance

requesting slow dances

not interested, her innocence

apparent on arrival

till I recognized that something else

was vivid in her eyes

she was halfway taken

with a shattered heart and needed

no strings just an avenue

for her to get even

Should I take it...on a platter is her body lying naked

humble offerings

and all because she knew that he

would hate it

Can't lie I'd love guide me deep inside

her lustrous pride

to not consider to oblige

would prove a numbness unbenign

separate corners in the evening

making love to her at night

in the daylight

if she sees me

only wave and walk on by...

and for the time being

lust is love's most sinister alloy

...yes I met her

...spilled her nectar

now she's calling me

...her toy