Gone With the Wind

Down paths that moonlit leaf-tips charted,
By taxi, to sweet tryst, were carted
Two yearning souls who'd, up, got tarted.
Though joy their fond embrace imparted,
Both wish that day had never started

For soon... in melancholy, broken-hearted...
As lust's last remnant of control departed
And 'twixt her lips, his tongue, it darted,
The spell it broke, their mouths were parted...
When - in the silence of their kiss - she farted !...

"Escape-me-not !" she gasped. No wonder !...
In rudest chagrin at her fateful blunder.
But ill-winds that didst growl like thunder
In serpent's clasp, coiled round and under,
Sent poisoned breath from cheeks assunder,
Its prey, 'Young Love' - their troth its plunder !