Victim of Desire

[couchgrouch]

Victim of DesireYoung n foxy, from Biloxiher ma was drunk on corn, the night she was bornso she grew up rough, and built for lovebushy-tailed...a wild swamp cather long red nails, scarred my backI was a victim of desirejust myself to blameafraid of the fireyet drawn to the flameI went willingly, so happy to bea victim of desiremoonshine's stiffer, on the riverand that gypsy's jug, boiled in my bloodfireflies in the air, showed her grey hairshe still bucked and kickedlike a thirty-ought sixI was a victim of desirejust myself to blameafraid of the fireyet drawn to the flameI went willingly, so happy to bea victim of desirewoke up in that bed, two guns at my headthere they stood...mother and daughterhard to say, who looked hotterI hit the river, and swam foreverwhen I jumped in, I just wore a grinI was a victim of desirejust myself to blameafraid of the fireyet drawn to the flameI went willingly, so happy to bea victim of desire(c)2004 Robert George