She came like silken drapes
To the members of my being
Bringing her nubile content
As fruits to lull my whole.
Dazed as man can be
I swarm with the tide
Missing the brandished daggar
My passion passed.
For with her gurgling passion furnance
Came hand-in-hand the the labeled spear
Destined to draw me adrift the shores of safety
This is the rubicon end, the dare line
From here I heed no call
For my reason is sold to for passion
And the potency of her craft.