the creepy and sleazy gentleman lounged around

as he clasped onto my own hand gowned,

the gentleman's slender digits were lethal needles

penetrating through my subtle skin

continuing to indulge ourselves in ail,

i began to feel not well and frail

the bitter tears caused the death of my pride

someplace inside of me began to die

provocation must have won over love SNAP,

the book of the gentleman leaped from his lap

and kissed my cheek, leaving a black and blue color behind

even with markings on my body, the gentleman has my love enshrined

i am the most miserable individual alive

i feel deprived,

was this once bliss or was it never

portraying desperation is ugly, but now my love is open to whomsoever