Red lips so sweet, with a touch as soft as silk,
Her body is wrapped warm and snug;
The dark eyes of another are full of hunger as they watch her sleep so peaceful.
She awaits the sunrise, to continue down the path
The darkness preventing her pure kind heart;
From allowing such sin.
When the moon crosses over after the wind blows
She’ll be stirred by the smell of gin and rough hands;
He’ll silence her screams and carry her away.