Lady, in the divide finite.
I am lustful for your flesh.
Ms. Dawson, I want to fuck you.
Ten ask you, again and again...
For a child tonight or in vain ?
Serenities lie. I am told. To hold
A bold kiss, and whisper...
Beautifully and upon a name. Famously
Murdered, they'll dine on your image
I touch & kiss you; softly in sanguine