please don’t think of me as a classy knight 

i enjoy the part of being a gallant lover 
one who would never be rude or crude 
or use those words that might jar any 
of your modest feminine sensibilities 

but baby sometimes, more than a few times 

i just want to tell you all the things 
i need to do with and to you, expressed 
in bold language absent of any poetry 
i would dare to step out from behind verse 

and say, “i wanna bang you hard all night” 

that’s the honest straightforward truth 
that’s what you do to me, and you know it 
you bring out the beast, the lion of a lover 
somehow i don’t think my truth is shocking 

i imagine your own truth is as wild as mine 

would it insult you if i said, “you turn me on’”? 
just one thought of you and i’m ready to rock 
behind the poetry, a lioness stalks her prey 
her prey can’t wait to be caught in her trap 

so tell me,baby girl, do you wanna too?