What strange visions my dreams present me!
The sins committed at her behests
Should fill me with fear and mortal guilt,
Though my friar would say I was possessed.

She awakens me in this lucid dream,
Though it just might be reality,
Completely in rapturous control
As if ’twere normal to straddle me.

Such fragrance her hair and body have,
Flowing and soft to intimate touch,
Usurp me. Her blackened figure shows.
My vitality ebbs with each clutch

She takes and drifts to euphoria.
Though virile, I pander to her wants.
Each night she returns and drains me more,
But I love her lips and iv’ry taunts.

She fills me with passions I find wild,
Causing flames to race and fire to beat.
I feel her, the unfinished sculpture
Whose backside’s void, though her front side’s sweet.

What else could this beauty want from me?
I’ll give her energy and quick breath.
Her eyes glow as she leans in quite pleased
As I welcome apple-scented death.