Sex differs from love

In the concert of love,

My man’s qualification

Of birth, wealth and position,

Under a sort of subjection,

Constraints and submission,

Would lay me to my dejection.

In the concert of love,

With a lad of my choice,

I could put aside my shame,

Say to him what I please,

Do to him what I desire,

Execute every scheme of

Dalliance my fancy put me on

And indulge in all frolics

My passion drives me to.

The lad cannot match my lord

In giving me the status I enjoy.

My lord cannot match my lad

In giving me the missing ecstasy..

I am not guilty of action

As it does not interfere with

My husband’s schedule,

Knowledge and gratification.

15.09.2009