I once had a bad itch...
Her name was Nikki.
She was the baddest *itch.
The flame lit quickly. 
Her status, hitched. 
So the aim was strictly...
To add a stitch...
To a rich tapestry.
It switched from apathy...
To spellbound.
Once this witch captured me. 
Since already Hell bound...
Submitted to the Rapture, we.
Met at my tabernacle. 
She was my Adam's Apple.
The lump in my throat...
My atom's shrapnel. 
Torn apart.
I was clueless. 
Her body adorned with art...
By my heart's tattooist. 
Lost her once my love showed.
We both played a role.
My part was truest. 
Her name was Nikki.