If I could choose which death to fancy, I would fancy the choking death I am quite familiar with choking It's what happens to me when I am Enveloped by your presence
If I could choose which death to fancy I would fancy the arthritis death Being weak in the knees I have felt many times When you melt our lips together with a kiss I don't know if you can die from arthritis, but if I could I would
If I could choose which death to fancy I would fancy the burning death I feel the flaming sensation quite often When you command your hands To touch my skin
If I could choose which death to fancy I would fancy the loving death Because I think I learned what it feels like to die When I met you
One of many super old poems I found in my old notebook.