Yes, Dionaea laughed and danced with me,
Her gown a pastel green and ruby red;
And I, in turn, did laugh in gaiety;
A joyous chorus piped inside my head.
Her perfumed breath, in silence, did enthrall,
As did her nectar kisses, honey sweet;
And her bright smile was surely my downfall,
‘Midst other female wiles, which from her reeked.
So I, bewitched ‘twixt tenderness and lust
Abandoned all my grasp of common sense;
In female virtue placed my hapless trust
And sealed my fate, that wedded bliss commence.
So now, entrapped within pudendal grasp,
I struggle still, set soon to breathe my last.

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