Resigned I walk through a dark, wet alley,
When suddenly calls out the maitre’ d,
To vend her wares, so harsh, so alluring,
Before me, a feast of sorts assuring.

My poor, hungry beast can no longer bear,
The pangs of which fools are made to all clear,
For such hunger draws me close to the sins,
Of damn’d nations Neptune’s seas cannot rinse.

The craving for the soft, tender delight,
Of your form unhusk’d sends equally fright,
For what’s right is slipping from my senses,
To my pains and yours renders defenseless.

Sweet ecstacy as knife passes slowly,
Sharp as the vile tongue scorns through your body,
Fond kisses, fragrant caresses so fine,
Help me forget, please drown me in thy wine.

Your cold blest bosom sends chills down my spine,
I long for the day when you shall be mine!
Vanilla and choc’late, is this a dream?
Such pleasure brings to me dirty ice cream.

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