Now in my ink of suede black
where my lusting mind bellows
and angels dress in denim
like a mademoiselle with a chignon

With razor-sharp creases
and high heel stilettos
with a butterfly tattoo
on the inside of an ankle

As a scent rises of Christian Dior
like almonds and wintergreen
as we kiss the night away
on the dark side of heaven

Before giving in to religion
going to heaven's cotillion
in my Brunello Cucinelli suit
and white carnation