Love's Manacles

You are the Angel of curiousity and poison, in my little shop of errors. You are my penance, a dungeon as I sentence myself in pre-judiced derision stoked, with desire's frosted manacle, plunging in like a fool who told the King an off colored joke. A daring maniacal look, that lingered too long like a challenge waiting to be received- in a thieves den to be took. Illy-perceived. I threw caution to a Jezebel wind, now, what will become of me?