Beware, scandalous maiden
For what stalks the midnight
Your porcelain neck is his covet
Death, his sexual delight\r
Smothered breath, My Dear
Will be your conclusion
In his grip, you'll gasp
As you satisfy his delusions
Your chapter will begin
On a fog laden path
Cobblestone steps echo
You fear you'll meet his wrath
Hurried, your pace quickens
As you peer behind you
In a black carriage he rides
Sinful deeds, your damned due
The cursed horse approaches
A prominent man's ride
Coach lantern swings to and fro'
The stage halts by your side
The door opens slow
Gloved hand, now appears
Two shillings, the price
To drowned out your fears
Unsure, you step closer
As sin's greed calls you in
"What's your desire, Sir?"
You chime, curtsy, and grin.
The driver steps down
Opening the door
Of course, you step in
That's the law of a whore
Inside you can't see him
His hooded cape, drawn low
Unfastening your dress
To entice him to sow
His eyes slowly take note
You lean back on the seat
Kicking off your heeled boots
;and offer him your feet
"Play with me ankles, fine Sir."
You tease with a pointed toe
Yet still, he holds silent
Then you untie your cloak bow
His arousal now climbs
When you hike up your skirt
His hand moves up your thigh
As he feels to insert
"Now that's a good, shy, boy."
You whisper, as he plays
Feeling his gloved hand
You shift down a ways
Deeper he now drives
You move, and you thrust
His sight, on your exposed breast
Taking your heaved breath, now a must
Your eyes close tight with passion
Yes, this gentleman pleases well
Then, his cloak rains around you
He will now bid you to hell
Offering yourself to him
You brace your legs around tight
Pulling him to you closer
He plunges forth with full might
Diligent, he works
He fills you now whole
Intense, his seduction
That you, should pay the toll
He grips your breast hard
While he licks your face
Soon he'll leave you scarred
His pulse starts to race
As you both begin rapture
Six words, his voice will cry
First, he'll say, "I love you."
Before he whispers, "You must die."
That moment your eyes meet
His glove covers your throat
You gasp, and try to breathe
While you rip at his coat
Faster, becomes his stride
Pressing harder as you cough
Prostitution suicide
On your last breath, he'll get off
So, Dearest Maiden think twice
Before two shillings, you're bought
Beware, the dark streets of London
You see...'Jack the Ripper', was never caught!
