It felt like a million needles poking,
A forest of a thousand trees burning,
Harsh waters rapidly flowing;
A dangerous thought that was quite provoking.

I have never felt a sensation like this
'Twas more of a torture than it was bliss;
A truth running amok and amiss;
The uproar caused by lust's kiss.

As I succumb into its chambers
I stayed below more than above;
It greeted me, though it knew I was a goner:
"Welcome to the prison of love.