The Price of Living

Fawn never  
wanted pain
not for anyone
 
She fell in love
her paraphilia  
was to be his
perfection  
fulfilling his
every craving  
 
But Fawn was not
made for this call
she was perverted
through needs for love  
to forget what was hers
 
Love, however,  
was her first
and constant  
flaming passion  
 
This other thing  
was an affair  
dooming her
to fail herself  
 
...and Love was burned
 
But the roast
 
...was a most torrid thing