Behind her veil'd facade
she writes her memoirs
enticing nectar'd touches of a woman
pickled with tartness & zest of a wanton need
closes her eyes when she takes her quill
upon her honey'd *******
scripts love letters of a past sinful lust,
seasoned times she can reminisce
  in her foolish head she had a dream,
    blinded by desire, was never meant to be,
in her rush to be discreet
    her scarlet letters smear'd
emboss'd her mark upon raised braille
despair'd should anyone find her
             true heart's intentions,
one final evanescent indulgence
  of a poison pen'd sleeping beauty