Oh Yes, I Think

I think I shall - oh yes, I shall put you to words in books, et al and share my scoundrel’s rationale with those of impish-like morale but pray you beg me love - your coquette kiss, thereof … (oh yes, I think I shall) I think I will - oh yes, I will make sure, of you, I’ve had my fill as midnight moonlight finds you still amongst the percale cotton twill with damp, unrighteous eyes - you’ll spark my dark demise … (oh yes, I think I will) I think I must - oh yes, I must beg pardons of your twisted trust for such croc tears make armor rust and turn my dastard dream to dust dear lust, cast to the wind - for far less, I have sinned … (oh yes, I think I must) I think I should - oh yes, I should be sure your guile is gone for good for when you smile, I turn to wood your Wolf, to my Red Ridinghood you turn me sweet, from sour - the better to devour … (oh yes, I think I should) I think I need - oh yes, I need to sow, thru surreptitious seed the tendrils of my blackguard’s weed made veins to let your dearest bleed that myth that slowly drips - like honey, from your lips … (oh yes, I think I need) I think I’m done - oh yes, I’m done my weakness - bullets for your gun those virtues deemed to set my sun soft innocence, quite next-to-none to deep affect it’s change - a transmutation, strange … my heart … at point-blank range (oh yes, I think I’m done).