Hymeneal License

She came from on high to be my mate;
An Oread from the hinterland hills
To be my goddess, in her flawless state,
And the mistress of my domestic thrills.
 
Don't think such things are meaningless to men
When some claim they need none such in their lives
As a love to return to now and then
Seen only in the most marvelous wives;
Wives as constant as an atomic clock
And as steady as the moon in the sky,
With a steady taste for the vaunting cock  
(She liberates from the confining fly)
So rarely dressing to the left or right
But craving the Hesperidian air
All cocks take to in their boudoir flight
Above a good lady...laid newly bare!  
 
Some chaps say it is no liberty
To be the property of just one lass,
But to have and to hold is never free
In the grand swirl of gas, grass, and ass!