De-Flower Shop
Softly the petals fell From a decaying Rose. He, lost in carnal spell, Learned how lust grows.
Trembling, he drew her near, His loins aflame, Felt he held something dear, Gave her a name.
She calmly mentored him, And from her core A roseworm then entered him, Commenced to bore.
Quickly she stole his youth. He gasped for breath, Blind to the brutal truth, Seduced by death.