She sleeps with her pearly arms
Which coiled between silk like silent snakes
Shift like sugar in the morning rays

Awakened

Standing in front of the glass heated with circles of flesh
Sinuous mounds of feminine dress
With eyes like coal in the heat of Winter’s fire
Blinding with her Venusian power
Beckoning all the sins of passion and carnage
Mortal Desire

To take heed, to feel her by stream
A maiden pure and burning with dangerous reprieve
Oh at last, she is in my arms!
Breathing quick with fire and devilish alarm

Twirling in whirls of skin and salt
Shadows twist on the walls of the vault
In which light dare not enter
We wilt together in the dunes
Of Time, of Love ephemeral,
A siren tune

Duplicated, Her tiger eyes glare
Like Medusa in the darkest cave; she commands my stare
Though with second glance, she was never there
The light never flirted with her chestnut hair
Dormant In the grains of the Carnal Desert which few
Voyage
There
Quenched by her flowing Lair now subdued

Beware the Tigress with her wild wicked hair!
Her sumptuous flare!
Her pitted glare!
Spreading Beauty unlike others would dare

But for now

She lays, cold yet still fragrant in the flowers of Love
In the embrace of sleep which grasps tightly and shoves
The face of Heaven
The eyes of Serpent

What womanhood so inflamed
Now rests in the Oasis of Dreams?
In Vain
In which all can be heard are sour screams?

Ah, poor lady of Lust
Tempted by the evils of man and bust
Treated to the delicious reflection she sighs
For the moment when her lips meet mine in surprise

Another wench in the glass
Pays her visit at last
Throws the cup at her, spilling the wine
Drunk last at nine, she now sees a swine