My love for you was a golden cup,

an expensive chalice offered up

to be filled to overflowing with

the liquid blessings of your most

extravagant caresses,

your sweetest kisses and the pleasures

of your warm and moistened thighs,

so in eager anticipation I opened up

my inner self to you with best intentions,

but then you poured into me boiling words

of your harshest condemnation,

and now instead of being filled with your

deep and satisfying romances,

All I got from my intimacy with you is the

agony of a scalded heart.

Spiritual Borg
04-08-94