I am distracted by her clavicle
For a moment, then my stare is tempted
Downward. The hollow of her neck, such bliss!
From across the room her smile glides to me;
Caught in my crime, the damsel- opens her door?
Oh, disaster! A cross hangs loosely on her chest!
It is unfair to chase a pretty girl, it’s true,
(Though once my teeth are in them, they become
A withered bane of men, a ravenous
Snake eating lovers as they sleep by a river),
And I do not want someone I already hate.
I have enough advantages over women
That it is a dreadfully evil thing
To pursue simple-minded girls.
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