Love For The Frail

The loving years will not be forgotten,      
But now I start at your looks of raw hate;
You curse me so: your whore misbegotten;
Because I've helped frail men who masturbate;        
         
While earning money, cooing down the phone:      
With scarlet tones and naughty dispositions,       
Delights you've welcomed in your bed; your moans        
Sweet, just like these gentlemen's renditions:        
         
You castigate my virtual head; it's sad:       
This sheer hypocrisy at aural fun;        
But, as I'm paid on piece work, it's too bad  
To let your temper tantrum stop their cum;
         
Let gentlemen who relish my soft voice    
Spurt strongly - you so know we have no choice.