Oh, my lover, my blank little page… How you tempt me so, with wanting,
From such a lure I cannot turn away… Such treats that you are flaunting,
Yet tease me, hurt me, with that prose… Those words that hurt to read,
Oh yes, they are the ones I chose… But now they make me bleed,
Like a stranger in my ear… Who knows more than he should,
They boldly show my naked fear… I would stop them if I could.