TO AISHA, THE VICIOUS

I THOUGHT LOVE WAS A FAIRY TALE,
JEWELLERIES OFFERED AND NOT FOR SALE;

BUT NOW I KNOW TO WHAT HONOUR, MY PRECIOUS,
YOU`VE MADE YOUR REPUTATION AS aISHA, THE VICIOUS.

BY SKINING ALIVE YOUR WORTHY LOVERS,
WHO ROAST IN PAIN BUT HEY!WHO CARES.

FOR THEY ALL SUFFER IN PATIENCE
DRAGGING THEIR CROSS LIKE JESUS IN PENANCE;

WAITING FOR YOUR WHIMS OR MOOD TO BRIGHTEN,
YOUR LAUGHTER TO ROAR, YOUR PRETTY FACE RADIANT.