Cobwebs and layers of dust surround
A heart left at the lost and found
Her painted face hides much more than it shows
Flashbacks to when the dye was cast
Fresh talons from her sordid past
RIP through the skin beneath her fancy clothes
She thought she\'d laid to rest this wrath
Then like a mystic telepath
He took one look and saw were she had been
His crooked smile seemed worldly wise
The first to hear her muted cries
A battle hardened veteran of the scene
The words came first and then the touch
The prayers offered up in church
Had burst the dam and washed away her fear
Excitement took them by surprise
She met his lips and closed her eyes
He wiped away her solitary tear
The pent up passion both released
Allowed a taste before the feast
Three times she stood and fell back to the floor
Her shaking weakened legs won\'t stand
He holds on to her trembling hand
She whimpers as he moves back in for more