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!
