My love, you’re a Tahitian girl
That dances on the sand
Who charms the breeze with every twirl
And gesture of her hand
My love, you’re absinthe through the veins
Each time my lips are kissed
A cruel elixir bringing pain
Which no man can resist
My love, to me you are a song
Whose chorus fills the air
Inviting men to sing along
Allaying their despair
My love, your powdered skin’s as soft
As petals on a rose
Its luring scent designed to waft
With each layer you expose
Alas! Another’s at your door
I thank you for your art
In truth, our love’s a game, no more
And you have played your part
Mr Ormsby At Large 