He brings a bag of frozen mice to feed
   her pet constrictor. This (he thinks), the way
   to win the lust of one, not oft by day-
light seen. His not-yet-lover feels the need
to wrap the night around her, then to bleed
   all life from lovers. Such crude passion-play
   cannot but crush them! Then their bones, as gray
as Lunar dust, drift down while souls are freed.

Her door is open, so he saunters in.
   On sight and smell of her, he drops the bag:
     Can this one be the woman that his friend
(a ladies' man who'd never really been
   with her) described..? Her kisses bind and gag.
     He writhes in strangling lust until his end.