I know of a beautiful flower
With a sense beguiling fragrance
Where nectar like honey flows
With a sting

In ways a heart's deceptions
Lie hidden in words of eloquence
And sacred vows discreetly
Buried in a ring

As liquor sipped is the ginger step
Over unsteady ground
And it's excesses twenty thousand
Falls and highs

It entices a prey lacking guile like canine footfalls
Without a sound
Till you are enslaved in its lust
With swoons and sighs