Because here is a poem written by Vixen, FSM #22. That's why! Enjoy.
The scent of love in the air,
it burns his throat.
He will find her again. So he can possess
her once again. He still does
not know why he longs it so.
Desperate, and depressed.
The new emotion holding him down.
He detests the feeling, but longing it
still in his mind.
Thinking of her green eyes
shimmering in deep colour
of envy. Her hair twisting in
satin, black as Satan's robes.
The breast of her being he wants
again, against him, but wants to burn
in the pit of hell for eternity.
©Copyright Vixen FSM #22, 1998.