An Illustrious Acquaintance

As I'm mothered by my bed,

Having all formalities said,

I see a lecherous odor seeping slowing through my room.

Like a friend at show and tell,

Marching up the isle well,

He's swiftly filling all with sweet perfume.

Ah...at last my joy now o'er powers shame,

Who's left as once he always leaves me: dead.

And Satan, conniving, conspiring, inspiring, led

Me to believe this coarsest beast was something I could tame.

Nay! I'm always answered Nay!

Bleeding, oozing, smothered in my bed.

And shame returns triumphant: risen from the dead,

To lead me home, forever with the reins. 

And then the sweet perfume ferments along the floor,

As Satan, laughing, strides across to close the door,

And all I'm left in: stied in putrid filth

Of all I crave and had mistook for tender, smoothest milk.