Relishing lethargy in the trailer of death A lickerish stench picks my most unwilling sneer As a lewd finger of preurience Agitates my rippling chest and Ends the portrait by darkening my vestigial nipples For eyes to a prosetyting Peithos, She welcomes me to a bed of itching Ivies And drinks my snoring ascetic eyes In the blues of a purple wine, She suckers down the curves of my beguiled lips Allaying my mind with orgy My body grinning in convulsions- Before, tardily, my rooster crows And off she erupts bidding me a thank you "My pleasure" rebounds my smirk Silently kissing her a "You're always welcome!"