Shame. The embarassment your new
Love has brought you. Her infested
Body harbors his scent and you
Turn away from what she has said.
So you are single now. She's gone.
Good, I mean, she was too old and,
She wasn't pure. She's just a con.
Find another to hold your hand.
But you can't. She's haunting you.
At night she's there calling out our
Name. The siren controls you through
Her body- you're left wanting more.
So much more, you buy her a ring;
You promise her things you'd never
Wanted with others. There's this thing-
This exotic beauty in her.
You must posess it. It's her you
Desire- and to say, "I Do."