of Venus and Mars

lady: the sinister urges of mine wait for,

in all their grotesque countenance,

the harbinger of thy touch.

man: the yearning burns as a flame

salvaging the bodice of all morals;

a procession readies for a defeat.

lady: the procession shall commence

whence forth the melody of contented cries

would eat the forbidden fruits.

man: garish fantasies dance in sensuality,

a graveyard of my sober etiquettes;

dilemmas steal the grim reckoning.

lady: the graveyard of thy sanity woulds't mock

the last shreds of chastity; graves would yawn

to turn thy coffin into oceans of tainted lust.

man: the limbs twitch for thy beauty

the nimble sighs woulds't prove gory

thou hath always had that power.

lady: consumed in desire, the viper of thy tongue

rapes the last of my luster and thee laugh?!

and thy forsaken deeds dare condemn my wants!

man: ironical, m'lady, how dost thou twirl!

thee entice, thee seduce, thou commands't my dreams

yet thee overlaps thy charms in furs!

lady: inside me, the void compels its prey to plunge

deeper, as the wanton eyes take-in the sheen

of thy sinful pleasure; let the curtains dissolve.

man: let the mist cloud thy rest!