Where to-day would a dainty buyer br Imbibe your scented juice, br Pale ruin with a heart of fire; br Drain your succulence with her lips, br Grown sapless from much use… br Make minister of her desire br A chalice cup where no bee sips - br Where no wasp wanders in? br br Close to her white flesh housed an hour, br One held you… her spent form br Drew on yours for its wasted dower - br What favour could she do you more? br Yet, of all who drink therein, br None know it is the warm br Odorous heart of a ravished flower br Tingles so in her mouth's red core…br br Lola Ridgebr br