Wondrous Adulterous Snares

I did not find them torturous  
Their faces kind and fair
I found that it was pleasurable  
To fall into their snares  
 
The loose girl is a wondrous thing
Of value beyond all measure  
Her body is experienced  
She shares it like a treasure  
 
I now walk paths that some despise
Where carnal pleasures flow
Each morning brings fresh fruits of flesh  
So many lovely blows  
 
Line them up and take each in turn  
Pretending life is long  
I press into adulterous pits  
And end with Pleasure’s songs