Sliding
Warm
Hands
Into your
Trousers-
Death
Found
What they
Held,
Useful,
So she
Pulled
You
Into
The dance
You
Hungered
For-
Strutting,
Posturing,
A black
And white
Peacock,
Learning
Too
Late
It wasn't
Your
Splendid
Feathers
She
Lusted for,
But the
Filth
Drowning
Your
Soul.