Salutations

Wouldst thou have me pen for thee

A sonnet, or an ode,

Composed of words so sensuous,

To make thy lusts explode?

Wouldst thou hear my serenade,

And feel the thrums within,

Thine inner heat's ascension, 

And thy patience weareth thin?

Wouldst thou, in thy fantasy 

Thine own desires explore,

And find within the poet's words

The keys to even more?

Wouldst thou of me take control

And bend me to thy will, 

Or wouldst thou at my word relent

And my desires fulfill?

Wouldst thou not become the muse

From whence my passions spring?

The finest verses would I craft--

Oh, how thy heart would sing!

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- Jack