|
I shall if only I reap the benefits.
Lie with me, righteous maiden, sate me,
As surely as you would melt atop a man
Whose meat doth pleasure your insatiable hunger.
You do beseech me,
An act so impure cannot suffice.
A man may not subdue my need
Yet a woman may question all values fair.
Thou art of right nature
You temptest men from afar
From near you rebuff fair advance
By castration of the verbal sort.
And you, who by thine own lips admit
Refuse abstinence and indulge in Satan's game.
Art thou not ashamed?
Praising virtue, yet condemning it all the same?
Thy exude confidence in my capacity
To woo the likes of men all sorts.
Yes, thy may be of purest faith,
But unbeknownst to some, of dirtiest sin.
Words of caution echo in your mind
Yet you choose to ignore those who wish to be kind.
My desire leaves me ravenous and feisty,
My need, no longer a game, but a provision.
To you, bold maiden, I profess my celibacy
Discipline me under thine own supervision.
go back to first page
|
