You smell divine.
Offer cherries and dark seduction.
Whet my lips with your bouquet
And I smile at the touch of you.
A scarlet delight with so much promise,
Inviting me to my downfall.
For I cannot drink your essence once.
I simply have to have you all.
Tomorrow I curse you,
Worshiping on my knees at
The bathroom altar,
Wishing we’d never met.