She's new to his arena and she seeks
A seasoned guide to show how Trajan arches;
His fora are her marbled curves, she speaks
Of being in control: as she marches
Into the heart of this civilisation,
Enslaved, yet freed from morals and the cares
That draw from him a gasp: it's his ovation
Before he eats her; let tigers and bears
Go hungry in the circus: no enticement
For growls to fade, as her sighs match the thought
That ancient Rome is tough: she will get guidance,
Impaled on his phallus; she is caught
Upon his Tarpean rock, sees the hard place
Where he can come and conquer on her face.
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