All the Pleasures That She Needs To Know - A Quatern

All pleasures that she needs to know
Kept in his gold and polished vase
Her precious secret taken slow
Forget the dross, recall the best

He treasures strength and wayward strays
All pleasures that she needs to know
The whims, and reckless, darting eye
The joy she brings him, singing low

She has some pride and poet's flow
Allowing him to sample free
All pleasures that she needs to know
To give him words, a little peace

It seems they have the wherewithal
To love until the rooster crows
He lays sated, a man at peace
All pleasures that she needs to know.