(an old morality tale sexed up)

Christ Girl, don`t prance past like that,
Flashing that long shaft of gleaming thigh.
Now he`s awake!  Didn`t you notice that,
Didn`t you see him stir a little then?
Just wait, he`ll nudge me in a while
And, opening one tired lazy, lolling eye,
Ask the mute question...Oh, I`ll refuse,
But its the cost! You, girl, could never feel
The excruciating wither of his contempt
Or know the way it makes my manhood cringe.
He had a kingdom once and he`ll commit
Bloody carnage to re-conquer it

(This beast, you think is nuzzling my neck
Insidiously desires me by the throat).