You are alternately cold and hard, then warm and supple.
The tanned, pretty girls dancing around you make you that much more desirable. With so many disciples, surely you are credible.
But you are illicit. First with one girl, then another. Sometimes you even lure men into your snare.
Your future is tenuous. People are wising up to your destructive ways.
Even your very cleanliness is questionable. Sometimes, when the room is bright enough, I witness signs of filth.
If I stay with you too long I will get burned.
P.S. I will quit you after this week, I swear, when I fling myself into the arms of my true, steadfast love, the Hawaiian sun.
P.P.S. I will wear sunscreen.