you never knew she was the type of lady
to have a man who moaned her name
in any tongue across any line of territory
where such a man with such a tongue
could walk along to tempt and tease
only to get tied up in her lap for hours
kneeling at her pearlescent satin throne
inside any motel or leather backseat
she'd outshine them all.
but i have no reason to complain
for she never brings a single one home
my beautiful woman knows much better
than to risk her own supply of lovers
who blindly worship her softness and her grace
in the cruel hands of one such as me
that has captivated her icy eyes
and taught her the true nature of manslaughter
which she so graciously leaves all to me.
