Lady Lydia Poem by Adams King

With a false embrace and smile
I brought you close to my heart
With false fetters I deceitfully bind
Your sweet emotions and mine

Oh! Lovely lady Lydia
Oblivious of the devil you ride
This serpent has no apples to give
This love is only an illusional Eden

I'm only after the breast of the milk
And after the honey between thighs
I seek the red berries of your lips
And the warmth of your soft flesh

I scribbled down many promises
To purchase pleasing pleasures from you
How skillful are this crafty hands
Moulding truthful tower with bricks of lies

How sweet flowers fade so soon
A love like mine will tell
It's a pity you loved me so true
And l wasn't in love with you