me-ouch

What a fine silver ribbon
of silk in the moonlight!
What an enchanting shine!
What a sweet sterling smile,
A slice of excitement,
A quivering thrill of delight!
Refined and desired,
divine courtly maiden,
And still undeflowered by man.
You cannot imagine
the treasure-laced dowry
that’s placed Beauty into my hands
And, more than enchanting,
She’s strong and she’s steadfast
and stands ever true at my side
Tonight we’ll go dancing,
Tonight we’re consorting
My devilish jewel of a bride
In kept quiet confidence
dumb in the darkness
We wait twain for guests to arrive
Under my hungry fingers
She’s firm and delightful
as if shaped with my hands in mind.
Our quarry appears!
We sail in together
and, Beauty, she takes the first bite.
Her silver washed crimson!
She’s ne’er been more lovely
Than dripping in ichor tonight.
Oh, mark me compersionate
Mark me unjealous!
If it leave my love satisfied;
I pledge she will romance
ten thousands of men!
My Horror, My Wonder, My Pride