I called your name, three times I shout,
I laughed when you did not come out
But secretly I hoped you would
So love I may have understood
I clutched your novel to my breast,
I laughed at Lanie without rest,
She grunted, stomping in the door,
She left and said a word no more
And then you came,lust at first sight,
But using you would be a trite,
I grieved for my loss, emphathized yours
I hated all those ancient whores.
I fell in love: quickly and hard
For you left me no longer scarred.
In your arms, I live and breathe,
My demons, they no longer seethe.