Papaver Somniferum

He bit her lip in a poppy field.
The blood dripped low and across her breast.
But to the pain she could not attest.
Under his sleeve on the achilles heel
He said is the way to get the feel.
Once you've been bitten you cannot forget.
Night comes around he is late getting later
No easy life just his to regret
On the edge of death she says she can feel him.
Papaver Somniferum