Nay my lady, I am no Peeping Tom,
For have I not stood openly at the
Lakeside while thou bathed.
For nigh two moons has my breath
Been stilled in awe of thy beauty,
Milky white against the dark cool
Waters of Lake Richmond.
Thus I alone have been privy to
The wondrous vision which thou
Dids't in all innocence present to
Dost thou now torment my face with
The fire in thine eyes? And the sting
In thy voice cuts me to the very quick.
While thy bosom rises and falls with the
Passion of thine anger. Thus I am
Held captive by the sensuousness of a
Vision, which I now behold, thus boldly
I will myself to thy pleasure my lady.
But my lady do I not perceive in thine
Anger a lingering pause? Do I not imagine
A mockery in thy performance?
Thine eyes now blaze in a new triumph,
Thy words are now but a whisper.
Yet thy breasts rise and fall all the faster.
Am I thy humble servant found to be
Pleasing in thy sight?
Oh my dearest Anne, how oft have we
Enjoyed this most pleasing game?
Each time the fire of thine indignation
Excites me beyond all expectations.
Come my dearest wife, enough of this
Most pleasurable of temptations, for now is
The time for our savoring of remembered
Kisses, and the renewing of past caresses.