I weep at your beauty, cringe at your wrath
Unnerved by your stare, relieved at your laugh
I bring you taboos at your every call
My legs in your chains, I stumble and fall
You quiver my kiss, I wince at your hand
I serve at your side with a frond for a fan
Your bed is a coffin of velvets and furs
I fancy your heel has a poisonous spur
A javelin into my heart you incline
On newly slain prey by the fireplace dine
I weep at your beauty, cringe at your wrath
But I shall not choose… an alternate path
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