Being so very loyal to desire,
The lady can just hope that she can show
The form to tease, arouse and, then, inspire
The budding acorn she would want to grow;
She's aware that, with each passing moment,
She must age, impervious to giving
Chances for rebuke or mocking comment,
Finding her delight in sexual living;
She may perplex with all of her withholding,
But knows that she is saved, as someone certain
For adoring feting, despite scolding:
Absence keeps a heart tenderly hurting,
Building anxious needs that aren't quixotic:
They make her way of living most exotic.
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