Last Stop Babylon

Her panties are wet, from reading his rhyme,
The sentence that ache her was so sublime.
She could not wait for the next one to appear,
Her insides were giggling, they had no fear.
No one at work had any idea,
But she kept on reading without a care.
Roses are red violets are blue,
Fuck that poem, I wanna be in you.
The heroin of words are splattered on the screen,
The addiction, the want is greater unseen.
The train stops at Babylon, the journey is over,
She kisses her husband, then rolls over.