Pleasures of the flesh

Amid the garden of loyalty frail
doth lurk shadowed
the scarlet veil
Evil, knows no boundaries!
As from the first
winged and dazzling
comes yet the cursed
touting, flesh for fantasy
How can a loyal heart
compare to ungodly pleasures
of the flesh, from an ungodly tart
feigning glory, clothed in blood.
Lures the fool, from marital bed
to dance to dance, like Salome danced
revels, writhes till its off with a head
laughs as another vow comes to its end!