Refreshing Company

He blathers on: the yearnings in his heart      
Are nothing. The alarming tenderness,        
Filling his bovine gaze, sickens a part        
Of me that despises this vapid mess        
Of a man, who lacks all the power I'd sought.        
     
He makes me want to tell him this mistake        
Of his wooing should end. Instead, I brought        
Refreshing company with those who'd take        
Their pleasures as they wished; I laughed with glee        
To howl with wolves; I love their vulpine smiles:        
     
My clothes stripped by the dark skinned, ebony       
Hands that must seize, hold, fuck me; they defile         
Me, unlike my "Prince Charming", as I'd planned;        
But this born cuckold still asks for my hand!