Thou art aware that each man who has dwelt
upon this potent planet has possessed
a beast, untamable, below the belt
who rears up righteous from his downy nest.
Mine is no different — he will want to play
when ever some kind vision makes him flex,
but thy cruel beauty makes him stand all day
until, at length, my thoughts are filled with sex.
Fain I’d remain thine own one-woman man
but this, my long-felt want for weeks has throbbed,
mocking my virgin virtue partisan.
Come, let us love, before my lust is robbed.