Taunted

He lies in bed and watches as she waits
To button up her blouse, now he is done;
They lie together, for it is more fun
Than sleeping solitary: such debates!

Then, late into the night, he just restates
His sole desire to be the only one,
Who would observe her each time she's begun,
To undress and remove her delicates;

Though taunted by her every single move,
He speaks of faith and need and constancy:
His cogency in argument should trip her;

Yet, she is wise in all the ways of love,
She knows the waste and greed and emnity
Of men who'd pay a whore to be a stripper.