Get your filthy fingers of my dress!
Groping and grasping
Greedy stealing hands that wants desperately in a moment
You can't have it!
Yells echoes the mansion walls
Yellow regurgitation dribbles down his cheek
Tastes of alcohol with bits of corn
Trembling, but he won't get anywhere
Not with her
Nightfalls dark cloak cannot hide him from the candlelight
Neither will the drapes of ruby red curtains
Return and draw back
Return to shame
Righteously, she'll tell
Running to the courts chambers
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