When the drunken moon
Drips moonlight streams
Of Champaign light,
I’m going to clasp
Your small-girl hips
And lick with desire
Your slender diamond-sapphire throat.
I’m composing dangerous notes
To be compiled in your vampire book
Of gothic criminal style.
Smile with blood-red lips
That invite me to partake
In the pleasure of your sensual mysteries
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diamond-sapphire-throat/
