O, he was a dream; a perfect gentleman, and lovely
to behold!  He was smooth hands and gentle fingers, he was
soft voice and clever expression; he was fine of face and firm
of body; he was sweet wine of glorious affection.
	She had already spread for him head,
	She had already spread for him heart
	She was about to spread for him limbs
		 	         when he said:
	"I smell your sweet pussy and can't wait to taste it!"
     ...and the room fell cold and still
	she froze as a statue and stiff
	as the suddenly dead.
		The lovebirds left the chilled room and
 		the sky replaced them with evil vapours.