He may try to sleep with my best friend.
But with this,
I am too kind, and too cold.
I destroy and love far too dearly.
Let me explain this to you, my dear reader.
I am a dwindling,withering woman,
But in this, I have grown in beauty.
Let this liquid, aquatic, tonic stain my teeth.
Who is to care!
I am searching for something that may quiver me bitter,
But wakes me up in a morning breath so sweet.
As I said,
I am prepared,
Come at me , my love.
Let me show you how I have longed,
For such an acquaintance.