Thou dost in comely manner lay,
All supine and unfettered with cloth.
Pleading with thine eyes of lust,
And wanton with thine breath.
Golden beads of light caressing curves of flesh,
And locks haphazardly strewn on earth and form.
Thou art a Goddess in mine midst,
And lovely beyond compare.
Mine own mind does conceive foul deeds,
And lewd acts of lustful embrace.
Long have I gazed upon thee,
And measured the heaving of thine breast.
My other self has great need of thee,
And I mean to have thee in my grip.
Come what may thou shalt be mine,
And mine love to take for thine own.
For good or for naught shall I speak,
And hear thine voice address my suite.