Locus Amoenus

Fair damsel gaze, 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.