Nymphaeum Nights!

How deliriously happy men will be
Amid any...poetess seraglio    
Of phantasmagoric fetish ecstasy  
  Men would love to know...  
   
Know their most sacred thoughts on sight, sound, and smell  
And how they prefer the pillows on their bed  
As they greet their amorist, au naturel...  
  With their boudoir spread!
   
Love and life! Life and love! Going and...coming  
With endlessly naughty whispered things of naught  
About the instrument she could be strumming...  
  Just as she was taught!  
   
They channel Aphrodite in their lyrics  
And mandate odalisque pan optics of lust  
Far more hypnotic than the panegyrics    
  In the public trust.  
   
How well they soothe the truculent troubadour  
Hamstrung by his masculine mentation    
Ever focused on new places to explore...  
  For a new sensation!