bref....

Creepy guys, no kiddin', will
Kill your drive libidinal

If you let him stay the night
Then perhaps by morn he might
Have already transformed you
(Having loved you and warmed you)
Into the magic creature
He'd always fancy feature--
But do not let him stay too long
Or linger in your bed of song--
For buried sadness leaves a stain
(Forever shall his scent remain)
On sheets already creased with pain


chantorelle