She kissed the lips

And sensed the burns

Of years and hissed

The night has spun

Pondering to flee

At a quarter past three

A night so long gone

With discovery as it comes

Her emotions so vague

And her mind bleak

To a whole new experience

As fear creased her existence

Then she blinked her eyes

And sensed the vice

But who will pay the price

Risky as hand and dice.