Locus Amoenus

Fair damsel eye, though you be ephemerist
your hot blood for her won't let you deny
her visage, with brief vision was gently kissed,
     by your helpless eye...  
 
wandering always as it forever will
It saves the heart when it skips a lusty beat
in contemplation of her as your thrill
     on a satin sheet...
 
for there would be candid perspiration there,
of an inalienable desire...
for her to breathe as well the very air
     you can both admire.
 
Then inviolately from the mind of man
around their bosomy orbs they more explore
and rapidly expand their amorous plan...
     for esprit de corps.  
 
And henceforth in derision is man pride held
by ladies with mutually tongue tied twats
whose misogynists they effectively geld...
     via caveats.
 
Now rude men will surely fade into the past  
because the issue is as simple as that;)
and only dildos will be the cocks that last...
     in requiescat.  
 
No more complications by testosterone
or by meat injection some foul disease
and only by the semen from a stud farm loan...
     will we aim to please...
 
and all because men could no lessons discern
like whispering care into a lady's clit
to show her skittish mare like soul, we learn,
     but with half a wit.