She blossomed under his touch.
His attentive gaze watered her core.
She craved his kiss, his love, his presence
And he, ever obliging gave her more.
The walls of innocense that framed her,
He broke them one by one.
Until she was just a besotted flower,
Whose life had just begun.
He lured from her her secrets,
Made her fall in love.
Pity the lamb that falls for the lion,
Pity when for the eagle falls the dove.
And in the darkness where they lay,
She having given to him all she possessed.
Her lover, Death revealed himself
And took from her the payment for ye that trangress.
