arising early sun, quarter past five,
perhaps sliced to be precise,
nigh to opulence, an inch to her thighs.
Here resides a suddenness to disconcert,
skin pales, flesh rustles in flirt.
Chaste! effort scuttles - a somber, troubling grin,
ameliorating ache, crumbling within.
Wherein death warms the trade first,
truckin' misgivings and trafficking thirst,
tinting penchant for ridiculing his snare,
a caramels' delight frost amongst smug eclairs.
