I hardly knew
Her boundless thrills
The booze-fueled toll
Of her profane, pleasantries

Misfortune silenced
Her sweltering dusk
In the reverent binds
That caused, desire to rage

“No chance in hell”
Was her infinite call
The hateful cry
I was dealt in full

For her sinful glare
Was aimed afar
Beyond the holds
Of my wholesome years