Love at first sight hit me with a margarita smile,
and bade me join her on the worn verandah;
the summer storms were brewing and I had a ways to go,
she held her hand out "Please call me Amanda."

I guess I was a fool and simply should have said goodbye,
or were her lips distracting me from danger?
Then suddenly I held a drink, was looking in her eyes,
the willing hostage of a total stranger.

I tried to clear my head but then the glass came full again,
I tried to conjure words to speed my leaving;
my thoughts turned into laughter as she whispered secret dreams,
and then her hand was resting on my sleeving.

Then suddenly she begged a chore, some silly, manly thing,
her eyes a plea that brooked me no resisting;
and hearing "Yes" come from my lips surprised my woozy brain,
she took my hand and squeezed it tight, insisting.

The shadows lengthened on that weathered house as we went in,
I shrugged a stupid smile, she used her door key;
then up the stairs with racing breath, my body cried release,
Amanda dropped her clothing down before me.

How can I describe the hour of love upon that bed?
There really is a heaven and she showed me;
appointed King of Kings, I galloped over lovers' field,
she spurred me to Nirvana as she rode me.

Then waking with a throbbing head I blinked and looked about,
as earthen walls closed in so paralyzing;
far underground, alone, except for bones upon the floor,
'Twas only then I came to realizing.

Not one way out was visible, no window, solid ground,
a cackling laugh, the skeletons all heard her;
and then I saw the faded paper, read the headline news:
"Amanda Mac was hanged today for Murder!"

As fog benumbed my brain the ghosts and ghouls bit at my flesh,
I died so slow, an innocent bystander;
you mark my words, you passer-by: Make haste to reach your home,
lest you receive a smile from dear Amanda.