So deemed a tawdry object there of lust

As to caress her form with hungry eyes,

The thought, the tongue, deft digits soon to trust

By all the wonts that pleasure may devise.

Reluctant dress hooks now the lovers bane

Rude wrenched asunder falling to the floor,

Pert pouting lips that drive the mind insane,

Lace bodice rived that loveliness outpour;

A breathless rush full crazed by passion pure,

All civil reason savaged by desire,

Bare beast of ages raging to procure

His fill of flesh born of that carnal mire.

The brute now sated, sapience reborn—

Bloodguilt rude stained upon that frock now torn.

What force should move that e’er I seek you so —

Straight to your heart where sings the golden bird

Ensconcing beauty and resounding truth,

Attainment thus, the conquest of a world!
But if by some black chance you love not me

And your sweet heart is to another given,

By blade alone I would so steel the need

To leave this life and seek a separate heaven.

Without your smile there is no morning sun,

There hope lies slain and my sad song is sung.