Velvety soft skin enough to make a man sin. Firm young breasts beneath your dress. Sweet perfume fills the room and, underneath it all death.
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K Morris - Poet 
Lol, why the cynicism?
Me, cynical? Never! Seriously I was trying to get across two points in this short poem. First that this beautiful young woman is, as with all humanity subject to decay (she will, one day shuffle off this mortal coil) and, second that the lady carries HIV/AIDS so is, potentially a source of death. Of course men can also carry HIV and there is a greater risk of a man infecting a lady than vice versa, however for the purposes of the poem it is the lady who is the carrier.