Adjustment

Lubriciously abandoned, and corrupt,
I found the thoughts, you provoked, indecent;
Could you not catch how lust had slowly sucked
Each dissolute desire - it's prurient:
This news of sinful, salacious debaunch -
That disgusts in its decadence. Decay,
Implicit in these instincts, lets the raunch
Of your outlandish carnal aches, today,
Urge me to leave your concupiscent filth:
Smut that seemed perverse cannot suffice;
Lecherous libertine, despite your stealth,
You have not led me to lickerish vice;
Since I demurred , you lost lecherous lust;
Of course it's boring; still, I will adjust