Stopper of hearts,
but what have you done
to all the lads of Ashland?
Your struggling cheek
a soft delight
chaffed against a world of sadness-
The candy shop, no sweeter,
despite it's lollipops and chocolates
than the *********** alive and prideful
at the fluttering of her naked lashes.
Civil when you meet her,
she knows where the aorta's at-
Squeezing like a vice grip
at the ruddy heart attack