Ode to a Fair Maden

Oh how sweet thy melody,
how tainted thy sweet lips upon mine tender embrace.
Arms wrapping tightly and becoming one into the depths of emotion.
Slowly but silently dripping into an abyss of pure senses and mental awareness.
Sweetly caressing till thou tingle with the upmost delight

Thy icy touch doth chill mine bones,
and with comes thou icy drones, of which perplex me and my mind.
The wheels turning inside and crunching softly, soundly, sweetly;
as some sense of eternal security surrounds mine sobbing brow.
How sweet thy noise upon mine ears.

But oh, how devilish that sweetness brings,
and with it the devils tail doth grow and i must succumb or be drowned.
The scarlet pigments paint mine eyes and fall upon thy wickedness,
scarily leaving my tingles of delight to tingles not of this current world.
Oh how quickly thy sweetness turns to death.