Enigma

You like me proud and haughty,
and then you like me meek,
now mischievious and sporty,
now ladylike and chic.

You want me as your prostitute
and then your virgin-bride,
sometimes your playmate, blonde and cute,
at others, crazy-eyed.

You love me dressed in scarlet,
undressed in vestal white,
your leather-fetish harlot,
and pink-winged, pixy sprite.

You crave to screw me swiftly
and then make long, slow love,
to lie back, sprawled beneath me,
or take me from above.

You want me that, you want me this,
you want both nun and whore:
it’s lucky every woman is
all of these things – and more ....