I brusquely thrust my words into her mind

Impaling thoughts, again—and yet again,

That so her leery soul, in wanton kind

Might cede her doubt and be by lust profaned.

Dubiety poured forth along that keen,

Full braced by staid conventions past;

Blue rapier lines that prudery would deem

Licentious, lewd, lubricious, fully crass.

But soft she did embrace the libertine,

And dewy-eyed she seeming understood

The discourse there that flirted nigh obscene

And so debauched, did intimate she would;

That conversation carried on past dawn

‘Til sunlight bleached the stains we laid upon.