Love me now.
Love me now, before my skin droops
And flubber accumulates around
What is now my narrow waist.
I will grow my hair long for you
And eat only lettuce for you.
I will spend hours in front of the mirror
Fretting meticulously over the size of my pores for you.
I will wear only revealing, tight-fitting clothing for you.
Hurry up and claim me now
Before I join the rest and begin my inevitable decay.
Before long, the skin around the soft mouth
By which I can now pleasure you with
Will be trapped amidst growing lines and creases.
The long, golden limbs by which I can now
Display myself for you
Will grow tired and broken.
The firm, delicate breasts which you can now lustfully stroke
Will soon loosen and surrender to the forces of gravity and time.
The velvety smoothness of the voice by which I can now sing for you
Will eventually croak and weaken.
I beg of you, love me now, and now only
or I shall wish that death come take me.
She said with a shy smile,
As the handsome man passed her on the boulevard.