Incarcerated

You're missing her essence,
immersed in your world,
behind the bars you create.
Nothing is more fascinating
than her face.
Your vices hold nothing to her
sleeping form.
What's more luxurious
than her lust
that you glutinously bypass?
She will leave you.
Dead man walking.
I'm only sorry
that she kept you
on death row
as long as she did.
For your last meal,
eat your heart out.